Lucius glanced at Egil, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the man before him. It was only yesterday that he had first laid eyes on the infamous leader, and the image had burned itself into his memory.
Egil's reputation preceded him—stories of his riders' savagery, their merciless efficiency, and the chaos they left in their wake were well known across the army. For many, Egil wasn't just a commander; he was the spearhead of a cavalry force that thrived on fear and blood , that the prince set forward only when he wanted either destructions or results.
He was basically his glorified hunting hound.