"Mhmm, indeed." The two siblings echoed their brothers' thoughts.
Before Cael could utter a single word further, Eamon jumped in. "Given the fact that the civil war is at hand, the noble houses are on the move, and the current strength of the Minor houses in the city, our patriarch wishes to make you our vassals. Meaning that you will be under our protection, and we will provide you with certain benefits to the Northern Star."
The three siblings raised their brows in suspicion and surprise, "What would we need to do if we are to accept this request?" Grimnir pondered before speaking.
"At the moment… nothing. Our Patriarch's only wish is to have vassals under our house and nothing more than that. What he would want of the House of Hammer and what use he could have for you is uncertain to even us elders," Cael dropped in, his harsh and loud voice rumbling softly like distant thunder.
