That Which Suffices

Garand thought about the Jotun's question, and he made to speak, though prematurely, stopping before he got ahead of himself. He would have to choose his words carefully, for his past might clash with the present.

"I took refuge in the belly of a broken house, only to rest for a while. I was attacked, and in the scuffle, I slipped and fell down into the crack that split the wood of the place. I must have knocked something loose when I fell."

Yes, that would suffice. And it was mostly true. He had only left out the fact that he was also a part of a group of bandits, wanted by every congregation of law abiders in the vicinity, and responsible for the deaths of several innocent people. He felt maybe he shouldn't bring that up. His brows furrowed a bit as he brooded over this, before snapping back to his current time and place.

Garand opened his mouth to say something, once again restraining himself. He wanted to ask more about this "man in the north", but thought better of it, he figured the Jotun might want to know more about him in return. Erik had chosen to be vague, so Garand would elaborate any further either.

(OOC: Lucian, you keep mentioning that Erik is holding Garand 'in his hand', I was wondering how exactly is he carrying him?)