Arne grinned broadly as he watched his wife enter the tent, and motioned over one of his veterans. "Gunnolf . . . Valka and I wish to enjoy the fare that you and the others laid out for us." He shot a glance back at the tent and chuckled. "We should be finished our supper in . . . a few hours?" He clapped a comradely arm on the warrior's shoulder. "Keep an eye on our warriors for now, and make sure they do not guzzle too much, eh? Rouse us if there's trouble, or if Sir Cedwyn asks for us."
Gunnolf thumped his fist against his chest, although there was a ghost of a smile on his otherwise grim features. "It shall be as you say, Arne." With that, the warrior strode off, wordlessly signaling guards to take station near the tent - albeit a few paces further away than usual.
Arne nodded his approval to the guards, and followed Valka into the tent. He made sure to close the flap behind him.