The ghastly winds whisper secrets towards the olden trees. The crescent moon rises to its peak as you stand hunched over in a small tent. While the rest of the band sleeps, you sit up and work on a map for a future raid.

Both Askeladd and Bjorn stand somewhere among the sleeping band members, watching you work.

"I simply don't understand your techniques, Askeladd." Bjorn states this bluntly.

"You can make use of anyone with the right approach." Askeladd mutters toward Bjorn.