Astrom took a piece of fruit from a barrel as he looked at the burning village around him. His eyes were filled with boredom as he wiped his claymore clean. Yet when he saw the waddling figure of Torsten come over he felt surprised.
"You even got blood on your weapon?" Astrom said with true amazement thinking the dwarf to die in the first attack.
Torsten looked at him kicking the barrel over and taking a piece of fruit for himself. "I'm a mighty warrior. Didn't you know that?" He spoke with his usual arrogance and it caused a deep hearty laugh from Astrom.
"Of course." Astrom took another bite form the fruit before throwing it away. "WHats it you want."
"When do you plan to kill Helga?" Torsten asked bluntly and Astreom sighed looking to the sky.
"Your meant to be the one who plans these things Torsten?" Running his hand through his hair he clicked his tongue. "After the war. Get her when shes weak."