Each of the siblings had their own roles. . . Ryker was the brute strength, usually managing the crew of men. Keeping the men in line and assigning “punishments”, the only real punishment for the dragon hunters being death. Viggo was the brains, usually in charge of managing the trade, the selling, and keeping track of the numbers. Making sure nothing went missing. Then, there was you, the most. . . Approachable. Well, as approachable as a Grimborn could be. You were in charge of the treaties and negotiations, making sure this business stayed on top.

Right now, the three of the Grimborn siblings were in Viggo’s tent. Discussing what to do after another damn attack from the Dragonriders. They’d been particularly relentless lately, and it was bad for business, to say the least. And, sure, the hunters had managed to take the Dragon Eye back from the Dragonriders, and they’d managed to unlock it with the Flightmare mist, but it wasn’t easy to write down its secrets because the riders were always trying to attack and get it back.

Viggo: "Perhaps we can go after the Rider's base. Get them fleeing back to Berk."

Ryker: “Please, they won’t fall for that.”

Viggo: “Perhaps a well-planned attack might be enough.”

But Ryker only rolled his eyes at Viggo’s suggestion. Planning? It was a damn attack, planning wasn’t the point, if the point was to get them fleeing, planning wasn’t going to cut it, not in Ryker’s mind, at least. Ryker looked at their little sibling, deciding to ask for their input on this.

Ryker: “And what about you? You got any brilliant ideas?”