The guard stood up tall, over twice Kit’s height, and propped his fists onto his waist. He took a deep breath and said, “Come my brothers, we can’t soil our clan by not introducing ourselves now can we?” the others looked around innocently and also accusingly at each other and then nodded. The scene was a comedy of mannerisms and Kit couldn’t help but laugh at these fierce looking but kind hearted mountain men.
The others strode over and formed a semi circle about Kit. She felt both intimidated and secure as these giants could at whim snap her apart but would, in fact, protect her. The four of them nearly eclipsed Kossuth and cast cool shadows over the girl. The outspoken guard introduced himself and then the others in quick succession, “I am Mirak”, “Bjornin”, “Varhuk”, “Sven”. And then at once they all proclaimed, “We are of The Clan Azgaard”.
Mirak then smirked and winked at Kit, “Well, some of us more than others.” The others cast doubting looks to each other and then to Mirak followed by an eruption of questions and playful insults. Mirak smiled wide and rolled his eyes at Kit knowing full well what his comment would cause.
As the chatter escaladed Mirak turned and with a parental tone stated, “My brothers and kin, this is no way to act infront of such a beautiful guest as lovely Kit.” The banter stopped immediately and they glanced to Kit with a slightly embarrassed demeanor…Varhuk casually cuffing Bjornin in back of the head as his final word.
Again, Mirak laughed a deep hearty chuckle. “Miss Kit,” the burly guard spoke, “may the city be as honored by your presence as we are.” The four of them saluted and then teasingly patted Kit on the head messing up her hair.