Giving a nod, she would continue her medication and healing of the man who had rescued her. His forehead was still warm as she kissed it and left to meet her father. The Jarl’s home was one she’d know well, another set of walls around it and a pair of guards ushering her in as she arrived. Her fathers home was warm and well lit, the open meeting room acting as a throne room for the so called ‘king’. “Ariel.” Her father looked to her with concern, his normally steely and hardened face softening. “You are alright, and unharmed. I’m glad we were able to find you. I know not how they snuck in and took you, but we’ll make them and their lands pay no one hurts my family and especially my daughter.” As he rose somewhat in his seat, his eyes hardened once again as he began to spoke. “I’ve heard it was Magnus who saved you. He is a reckless warrior, he rushed off alone against my warnings when he heard you had been taken. However, that recklessness led to your rescue... How do you think I should reward him? A hero deserves a reward, even if said heroism is brash and against my warnings.” Afterall, it reminded him of his youth raiding and plundering the enemy...