Jarl Jorsson, a famed warrior across Skardia and even something of a thinking man, sat with a scowl across his face. He had been sending out batches of troops in all directions to reinforce his neighbours at the king's orders after the rebellion broke out. However, he had no word back from the territory of Yugrund.
He was feeling uneasy with that development. Even when the other ones were sent, if they ran into rebel forces, they always sent back news. Mainly because the way the troops were sent out at staggered intervals caused the rebel forces to collapse from exhaustion of being constantly harassed by fresh warriors.
But Yugrund was silent as a grave. Which led him to fear the worst. 'Yugrund has likely become a rebel territory now. I should divert more troops to that region. This would be where they would attack first.' Jarl Jorsson sat forward in his high-backed chair and clasped his meaty hands together under his bearded chin.
