Helsita. Sven looked around and chuckled to himself. He knew she was arrogant when she renamed the town to carry part of her own name, but seeing the wooden carving of her image littered around was a new level. It was impressive and he wondered how someone could be so self-absorbed. That being said he didn't dwell on it and walked through the streets.
His entourage got many strange looks from the people around who didn't recognize him. As they were eyeing him he was equally doing the same. The faces of the simple civilians who took care of the stools and other jobs. Warriors who drank in taverns. But amongst them, he saw the cold eyes of men who all wore the same uniform. Helmets with face covering and black capes wrapped around their shoulders. They weren't traditional bannermen. Sven could tell that much.
