Whispers Of The Night

Tyr rounded up his conversation with Kolbeinn and he had finally had a moment to himself, the skies were dark but the moonlight illuminated the path he traversed.

He wanted to go for a walk, he wanted to take in his environment in case something happened, Tyr wanted to be prepared for the worst possible scenario because he did not trust these people, not in the slightest.

"S-Stop," This was no doubt the voice of Inskan, Tyr rolled his eyes as he turned to face the man. It was dark and there was no one around, surely he wanted to revenge for what he did to him earlier, or at least this was what Tyr thought.

"What do you want?" Tyr was blunt, and he was ready to kill the man where he stood should he make a move, but Inskan dropped to his knees with his head bowed.

"Your fighting technique! I have never seen anything like it! Please teach it to me!" Inskan looked to be prideful yet here he was, on his knees and begging for a younger Tyr to train him.