Witch of Eraldsfen

"Don't let them touch Ania! For the glory of Exile!" Bjorn roared viciously as he sunk his axe into the neck of a warrior.

A resounding cheer erupted from the crowd, who appeared bloodthirsty as they dove on the Jarl's men. Bjorn was beyond reason as he hacked away at the group of warriors who had travelled to Eraldsfen. 'I won't let them execute Harik or our warriors! Lord Exile has need of them!' 

Ania stood in the back, her knuckles turned white as she gripped a spear that Bjorn had made for her. A dark look spread across her face as she eyed the sudden bloodbath. These warriors had been sent ahead to summon the families of the warriors who had gone on the raids. They were to witness their execution as punishment for spreading the names of gods amongst the warriors, despite the King's laws.