One must see through the deceit of one's very own truth. Do you believe in the Old Gods? This story follows the life of a young African boy, who was ripped from the life he had known and thrown into an unforgiving one where a single mistake could cost him everything. Being branded a "thrall", he was to be sold but an unforeseen event swept him ashore in the heart of the Norsemen, the Vikings. What fate has the Gods chosen for this child? is it one of salvation or one of destruction? COVER IS OWNED BY ME!
The dread of night and the blistering wind whistled throughout, for the weather was cruel for anyone that dared to walk it.
Kjell had kept his end of the bargain he had with Tyr, allowing him past their camp as he was in charge of the night watch for the day coincidentally.
This was a plus, but an arduous task still awaited Tyr because he now knew the positions of the men stationed, this was invaluable information he would not have gotten otherwise and it would not make sense for Kjell to lie to him in this situation considering he had nothing to lose.
Tyr was skeptical but he knew where he had to be and who he had to convince, but he was not arrogant enough to think he could kill both of them alone
Heck, he knew he could not kill one considering that even Gissur could not, but that only applied if he was facing them head-on.