Ivar walked out of the Grand Hall that overlooked Helstia and took a deep inhale of the cold air outside. Helga's army had already left and whilst he was slightly disappointed that she was no longer in Helstia anymore, he knew that he had more important things to worry about. It looked peaceful in Ivar's eyes. Those who didn't go off to fight carried on with their day like normal, and if he focused his senses he could hear the laughter of the town people.
He smiled but seeing five men wearing black cloaks with helmets that covered their faces he knew that he had to work. Walking back in, the last to follow him closed the large double door behind and the once peaceful air of Helstia was now replaced by a tense atmosphere. Ivar didn't dare sit on Helga's seat, instead placing himself down on the steps that led up to it.
