King Astrom

"The girl spoke with an old hunter for a while. I didn't hear much. What I did hear was about how to hunt but their expressions told another story." The black cloak stood before Ivar as he sat on the steps looking to the roof.

"Thank you." He waved the black cloak off falling backwards and leaning on the steps. 'Should I just kill at this point? Maybe I can avoid both futures then.' The idea left as quickly as it came. Helga hadn't given him permission and it had the risk of destroying her plans with Sven.

'First an intruder and now this.' Ivar sighed deeply as he grabbed his eyes. This is getting hard. And we still haven't lured out any traitors.' His hopes that the rouge elements within the kingdom would come out with the war hadn't come true. It was a headache. Not even a slither of information about it had been found, only a few voices of complaint from the people.