Bjorn grumbled after spending hours poking around the village. The Skardians living there had turned out to be quite welcoming. Some even offered him a room for the day and to feed him. 'There's nothing to find here. The elves have definitely left.'
Bjorn stood in the elven temple, looking at the carved faces of their gods on the wall. A wave of disgust ran through his mind as he glared at them. 'How can any Skardian accept these gods into their lives.' He trembled at the thought.
Voices yelled outside as Bjorn exited the temple. Ania and Fjora rode at the head of three hundred warriors belonging to Fenrir as they entered the village. The villagers that were not out hunting gathered around and stared at the gleaming metal.
"What's the situation, Bjorn?" Ania asked as she jumped off her horse and removed her helm.
