"Pyamans." Brandt calls as he stands on a small dune. He looks at the defeated Lions who were gathered just outside of the walls. They are all on their knees, waiting for their fate. From their current numbers, it looks like they have lost way more than half of their soldiers in the fight.
'Those wolves were merciless.'
"I am King Brandt Kvalheim, and I have something to tell you." A few whispers are heard from the soldiers, but none loud enough to decipher.
"What is going on here?" Siv asks when she reaches Erling. She ran out there when one of the fighters reported that Brandt was giving a speech.
'What is this idiot up to now? I already have too much on my plate, I hope he is not starting something.'
"Do not worry, Lady Siv." Erling tells her. "This is going to help you."
