“I have a spy in my camp. There is only one man that knew exactly when and where the supplies would be delivered. A man that I trusted with the lives of my people. It appears that my trust was terribly misplaced.”
“How can we help?” asked Rurik.
“The Jarl is motivated by greed, wealth, and power. We need to rob him of those things if we are to be successful.” Eygautr pulled a sheathed sword from behind his chair and handed it to Rurik. “I am with you, old friend. We will wage war on our enemies until we celebrate as brothers in Valhalla.” Rurik took the sword, placing it on the ground as he stood and shook hands with Eygautr.
“I'm honored to have you, old friend.” Eygautr crossed his arm and rubbed his head rapidly.
“Then, it is settled. As you are in a hurry, I will have Makan gather
