Sturla and company journeyed, they were close to the camp but Sturla could not shake the feeling that something was off.
"Skaði, I want you to hang back. I fear they are prepared for our arrival. My men, follow me…" Sturla said; the thing about this attack was that it was not a product of his father's strategy so he did not have the advantage of a fail-safe plan that he had grown so accustomed to.
"Why? Would it not be more effective if we hit them together and hard?" Skaði questioned, this was a strange move by Sturla because this would not only divide their forces but make her susceptible to a counterattack.
"No, we cannot risk losing men carelessly if my instincts are right. We need to be as cautious as we can be…" Sturla was surprisingly calm, and the number of men he had with him was equivalent to the army around the camp, Sighvatur was a cautious man and did not commit too many men for this task.