At the Baron's name, Elandor's brows lifted slightly, though his eyes remained sharp. "Baron Roland… unusual for him to employ monsters." His gaze flicked over the captains again, assessing. "But in times such as these, one cannot be choosy. Every sword counts."
The young knight's voice carried clearly, calm but edged with command. "Why are you here?"
Eldric straightened in his saddle, answering before anyone else could. "Vikings attacked our city not long ago, Young Lord. We're scouting the nearby towns and villages to see how far the damage has spread."
Elandor's eyes narrowed slightly, thoughtful. "I see… so your city has tasted their savagery as well." His tone shifted, harder now. "We are pursuing an injured Viking that escaped after destroying a city and slaying a Baron, a man who stood at the strength of Knight Two Stage."
At that, Lumberling spoke for the first time, his voice steady. "A Battle-Seiðr."
