Tuskandru tore a chunk from a hard bread made of logga nut and grunted as he chewed it. The air was cold and he liked that too. Better to fight in the cold. War was hot work.
“You are calm.” The King in Iron was sitting next to him and rubbing oil along the blade of his massive sword.
“What is there to be excited about, Paedori?” Tusk offered the other king a lump of bread and got a nod of thanks. The sword settled against a rock as the man ate.
“You have been angry of late.”
“No. I have been impatient.”
Tusk pointed with his chin to the lake in the distance. “There is our target. There is a city the size of which I did not think possible. You will come from one side. I will come from another and two more kings bring their armies to bear on this place.”
Tarag Paedori nodded.
Tusk continued. “To the north Wrommish offers us new light and the blessings of a god.
