Reidar glanced at the treeline, the distant dam's silhouette mocking their uncertainty. There was something utterly wrong with Havenwood's silence.
"We need to go check it."
Reidar shook his head. "Martin made it clear. If I step one foot near the area, and he'll put a bolt through me. Or try anyway."
She stopped, eyes narrowing as she crossed her arms. "He'd be a fool to. You're level seventy-one with an army at your call. What can he do? Rally his archers? You've got summons that'd end them before they'd be able to knock their arrows."
Reidar's jaw clenched. She wasn't wrong, Martin's threats were nothing more than empty air against his strength. There was another problem, though.
"What if it's a trap?"
