"So, tell me about the conversation you had with Astrom," Leif said casually as he sat outside the walls of Helstia. He carefully wiped the axe in his hand, treating it as if it was his child. It was off-putting for the messenger as his mouth twitched.
"Sure chief." Leif finally put down the axe and leaned back, crossing his arm.
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"Astrom, a messenger has come. He claims to be from Jarl Leif." Torsten said casually, standing by Astroms side. The man leaned over leaning on his claymore lazily as he watched the nervous messenger walk forward. His eyes squinted seeing him dap his forehead with an old cloth.
"You are before ki..." A warrior tried to call out but with a single raise of Astrom's hand he stopped.
"Why are you here?" Astrom cut to the chase, staring daggers into the man.
