Njál had been leading his men through the rough terrain using the map that he had made the court’s painter copy for him and following the quickest route north, his mind set on reaching Midland’s gate and having it rendered at his will as fast as he could.
He was planning to spend as little time as possible there. He wanted the city taken, and their expedition resumed as soon as possible. There was no time to waste, this land was to be tamed, and he was going to be acclaimed by his people back home when he rescued them from that forsaken place and brought them all to live in these divine soils instead.
The fact that the damn ghost of a man that pursued him and threatened his cause had dared to burn his fleet annoyed him considerably. Not only did he have to overpower this vast territory,
