"It's getting warmer it seems." Despite what Ivar said he rubbed his hands over a fire. The white mist coming from his mouth was a telling sign of the brutal cold he was suffering from.
"Doesn't matter. I'm still freezing." Finn replied to Ivar before laughing as he dragged the animal pelt over his shoulders. "Forget that Ivar. Have you heard the news the greybeards have been saying?"
"About war?" Finn gave a deep nod and Ivar smiled. "My blade has been too clean recently. I've been waiting too long."
"Well, you know why we haven't gone further than the neighboring Jarls," Finn said but his voice carried a hint of fear.
