Duke Odo, the Great Duke of the city, stood on the highest point of the fortress, looking out toward the beach with fury burning in his chest.
He was a veteran commander who possessed a long history of combat.
He achieved a massive victory against the armies of Al-Andalus in the Battle of Toulouse but a few years ago, proving his courage and his strategic brilliance to the world.
He expected a traditional raid by disorganized northern thieves, but what he saw on the shoreline deeply disturbed his understanding of warfare...
Erik's warriors have bound captive peasants and women who were out fishing in the shallow waters early this morning.
The poor commoners are tied together, pushed to their knees in the mud directly in front of the Norwegian army.
Just as he predicted. These northern savages have absolutely no honor!
The Duke thought to himself. He gripped the hilt of his long iron sword tightly.
