The Vanir garrons milled about trying to get organized amidst much grumbling, as Ongwi picked up Arnvid's trail. Before the group starts moving again, however, Arnvid and his companion appeared out of the ice storm from the west. Arnvid's bannerman carried a grisly burden: the severed head of an Aesir, his long blonde hair and beard caked with frozen blood.
The two reined up their puffing and trembling ponies to the hails of their men.
"A scout," Arnvid said simply, as his bannerman threw the head into the ring of steaming horses. "Seems our own eyes are lacking."
He looked significantly at the Pict. Suddenly his eyes widened and mouth hung agape.
OOC: Listen and Spot for everyone. Sorry for the delay, yet again. If I actually make it home before midnight tonight, I'll post again to move things along.