The fire ripping echoed throughout the cave as an old man threw a heavy sack on the ground and took a seat leaning against it. He let out a satisfied noise from his mouth as he could finally warm his hands up.
"How are things looking, Gunnar?" Rolf, a young man in his twenties who looked like Knut asked, getting a shake of the head from the old man.
"Good and bad. On one hand that woman had left with a majority of her forces now. If we wanted to use an opportunity to strike, now would be it."
"But?"
"But, the man that's looking after things in her place has prepared for this. The black cloaks are what we call them. They look to be some of Frode's old men. They have eyes all over Helstia and it seems they have spread to the other towns and villages."
