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Northumberland, north of the Tweed, year 1018 AD.
The wet afternoon air smelled of newly-fallen rain, and released the trapped aromas of the pungent forest earth and wild grassy fields, stretching far beyond the skyline of the vast, rugged landscape. Aside from the occasional rush of the wind sweeping through the long grass, all was quiet. The heavens were swollen and of a resigned grey, darker in patches as the threat of another downpour loomed. Sensing it, the lone figure standing atop a rocky ledge jutting out of one of many rough hills undulating to his left as the land succumbed to its true feral nature, looked up. Musky-smelling wind teased his unkempt crimson clusters of shoulder-length hair. He was waiting for something, but it wasn't the rain.
As if on cue, a sharp whistle split the serene yet rough tranquility.
The red-haired figure turned on the source of the sound fiercely, with the manner of one who had been waiting for an unreas