Jorundr's sharp eyes flicked over the faces of Aric's companions, taking in their surprise and unease. The corners of his mouth curled into a mocking grin. He let out a booming laugh that echoed across the field. "Your faces say it all!" he bellowed, his voice dripping with contempt. "The real lord is nowhere to be seen, and instead, the pup has come out to face the wolves."
Aric's men stiffened in their saddles, but none dared to speak against the warlord's taunt.
