As soon as they entered the gates, several pairs of eyes turned in their direction. Some were curious, others surprised, while some held contempt.
It was quite easy to tell who was friendly and who was not. Those who were not openly glaring at William's group were the friendly ones among the Northerners.
Even Lord Cadell, the Mayor of Northwell, had shown his dislike openly and didn't even bother to hide it. The tribes were proud people. For them, being straightforward was their way of life. They hate schemes, and would rather resort to a fight than be forced to pull some dirty tricks.
The tribes of the North all had pale skin and their bodies were quite sturdy. Even the women had lean and toned bodies that boasted enough strength to make the usual thugs think twice before making a pass on them.
