Jorir held out a hand to stop the other two even as Runa charged forward. “Hard enough to get through this without anyone else stirring the air. No sense facing more than you have to.”
Erik grunted. Irding, youth that he was, looked as though he wanted to scoff – right up until he opened his mouth.
Jorir snorted as realization dawned on the young man’s face. “Besides. As his man at arms, I’m next.”
Irding drew his brow down, a different thought occurring to him. “How do you know what we face will be bad?”
“I don’t, really. But we’re being tested by a pair of ravens. That tells me we’ll be seeing death and battle.”
Erik’s face was set in a grim mask, visible even through the beard. “The dwarf is right, son. Best brace yourself.”
Irding shifted uncomfortably and said no more. Jorir turned his attention back…
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