Show Me The Future

 

Syrinx was, actually, particularly easy to barter with. Of course, he expected no less than the read king to issue terms of his own when it came to the war at hand, and he was quick to nod and configure everything relain to him. The trade was fair and Syrinx found himself nodding with a fair grunt exuding his lungs, "I'll do you one better, I'll have my heir to challenge for her," The lord rolled his shoulders and gestured with his skull towards Seracia, "I would like to take in the three wolves to Valhalla. It would be wise warriors know the terrain, and each will hold a prestigious rank--enough to challenge for his women--enough to do their worst," and doing their worst was all the russet king asked of them. He wanted to watch Isardis's nation bleed.