"Are you the chieftain here?"
"Who are you?"
"Bjorn Veldyne."
"The viscount's nephew!?" Erikson gasped, his face pale. He'd heard of Bjorn's experience in battle but hadn't expected him to be this powerful. "They said he was the type to avoid putting his men at risk!" But here he was, a warrior charging into the fray alongside his people. Had someone fed him false information?
"You're different from the ones who came before you," Bjorn remarked. Erikson's heart leapt with a glimmer of hope. Perhaps Bjorn would spare him if he showed humility?
"Yes, that's right! We—"
"Enough." Bjorn cut him off coldly. "You can be the first to go to the afterlife. I'll send the others who attacked with you soon enough."
"W-wait a moment! This isn't—"
"Seems like you talk too much for a warrior."