Chapter 52: Chapter 52
Barely slowing in his sprint Alvar pushed open the front door of his house and barged inside, urgency written all over his face. But Alvar hadn't had to worry as his grandparents clearly must have heard the signal of the great bell as well as they were rushing around the living room to gather the most important things they may need in the coming hours or days, depending how long the siege would last.
"Alvar! Good, you are here. Grab yourself some warm clothes and pack your most important things into a bundle!" Alvar's grandfather said while the man was tightening the boots at his feet to make sure he wouldn't trip or slow down for the case he needed to run.
"What? But I want to fight! The enemy is attacking our city!? We can't leave now!" Alvar replied back with confusion at his grandfather's words clearly written all over his face.
"I'll not hear any arguments from you! Not now at least! Believe me when I say that this is in accord with the plan of our leaders!" His grandfather responded while a no nonsense stance had taken hold of the man.
At first Alvar wanted to yell and argue but after seeing his grandparent's tenseness thought otherwise and instead swallowed his frustrations down, letting his rational mind take over again.
While his grandparents went back to packing and tightening the things they had gathered into easily movable packages Alvar rushed into his room and began to gather things on his own.
He started with removing the bloody training gear that weighed him down so much that he felt like a mountain had been removed from his shoulders once he took it off. He knew that Sjorn wouldn't have any negative response to him doing that in such a situation.
Next he went over to his closet and pulled his old hunting gear out. He may have grown quite a bit in the last few months but the hunting gear was not a full body piece of cloth so he wouldn't have any problems with it.
Quickly stripping out of his sweaty and sticky linen clothes he always wore while training Alvar slipped into a slightly loose pair of trousers made of wool that only tightened at the stomach and the chins so not to hinder any movement. After he had donned them Alvar took the hunting gear and began to put it over the trousers.
First he took a few leather strips and bound his trousers a little bit tighter around his upper legs. Then, following that, Alvar grabbed one of the hard leather protectors and slipped that like another pair of tiny trousers over his knees to guard them.
After Alvar was finished with his legs he began on his upper body. Yet again he grabbed another piece of wool that lay refreshingly cool on his heated upper body, reaching all the way down to his lower arms but stopped quite a bit over his wrists so it wouldn't get in the way.
Over his shirt he donned a vest made of hardened leather which was still quite flexible despite its rigid appearance. After fastening its buttons at the left side of his upper body, going down his ribcage, Alvar grabbed himself a pair of arm guards that barely fit over his lower arms as they had grown rather strongly in the last few months due to the constant training.
After fastening those, even though it wasn't really necessary, Alvar grabbed the last item, namely his boots that reached up to the middle of his chins and were reinforced by hardened leather as well while the interior was filled with fur to help against the biting cold of the snow.
Having finished the most pressing matters Alvar grabbed himself a small bundle that was stuffed into the back of his closet and began to fill it with a few things he deemed important. Underwear, a second pair of shirts and trousers, a flint stone along with a knife that he had always taken on his trips when he was in the wilderness with uncle Olaf and a few candles that lay at his bedside table.
After throwing everything inside Alvar decided to take the knife back out and shoved it into one of the leather strips at his right upper leg instead, as you never knew when you would need it.
On his way out of his room Alvar grabbed his sword and throwing one last look into his room left to meet up with his grandparents.
"You have everything?" His grandfather asked him once he stepped into the room with the bundle thrown over his right shoulder.
"Yes, though I'll be heading to the training grounds to grab myself another shield and spear. You can never have too many weapons in a situation like this." Alvar responded to which his grandfather nodded while the old man was putting a new bowstring onto his bow, a quiver hanging at his left side and his old axe at his right side.
"Okay, let's get out of here!" His grandfather spoke while Alvar grunted in frustration as he still didn't know what was going on with his granparents but decided to ask them once they were on their way.
Each throwing a fur mantle over their shoulders they each grabbed their respective bags and left the house into the unknown, dark and stormy night…
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