Before leaving Caridin's Forge, they encountered a stone tablet written in ancient dwarven. Hiccup knew enough to understand that it was a list of names with the stamp of their house. Wartihog and Duran managed to translate the rest, revealing that he was a memorial for all those dwarf that became golems and without hesitation, Hiccup made a copy of it to show the Shaperate.
Shale looked deeply troubled.
"'Shayle of House Cadash,'" she said. "Is that who I once was? I find this difficult to believe."
"You doubt Caridin now?" Hiccup asked.
Shale shook her head. "No. I do not doubt him, I simply… cannot remember. If I was this Shayle of House Cadash as Caridin said, there must be some evidence of my existence remembering. I must find it."
"We could find out at the Shaperate," said Hiccup.
"I'm afraid I won't help you," said Duran. "Centuries ago the entirety of House Cadash was exiled from Orzammar. Why I don't know, but all their names would have been struck from the records. We might be able to find something, but it could take years the Shaperate is vast."
"There may be another way," said Shale. "What Caridin said, it has allowed me to remember one thing. I believe I know where Cadash Thaig is."
"You certain about that?" Hiccup asked.
"I am. I do not know why I am, but I am. I do know that we have to return to Orzammar, but we are already in the Deep Roads, and this will only be a small detour."
"We're here now we might as well, lead the way," said Hiccup.
As they were making their way through the Deep Roads, Ragnar could not help but notice that Astrid and Hiccup were rather close to one another he could have sworn that for a brief moment they actually held hands.
"Looks like they're finally together," Heather whispered in his ear.
"I think we knew long before they did," Ragnar chuckled. "Though you can't help but notice that the rest of our party seems to be a bit ignorant."
"Should we tell them?"
"Not our place, let them tell everyone when they're ready."
"I'm surprised you're not warning Hiccup not to engage in a relationship," said Heather. "I mean the life of a Grey Warden isn't exactly safe."
"There's nothing in the Grey Wardens man you're saying that you can't marry," said Ragnar. "It's not exactly approved of, but most Grey Wardens would like to live life to the fullest before taking the last walk."
"And you?" Heather asked curiously.
Ragnar smiled at her. "If I found the right person."
They walked on for hours following Shale, and soon she led them to a massive Thaig.
"This is it," she said, touching the walls. "Cadash Thaig."
"This is where you're from?" Fishlegs asked.
"Perhaps. It may also be the place where I was found," she said. "These weren't always overrun with vermin. There may be something noteworthy further in, however."
Shale wasn't joking as they engaged darkspawn the deeper they entered the Thaig, but at this point, they were pretty much prose.
"So any idea why House Cadash was exiled?" Hiccup asked, looking at Duran.
"No clue, but I do know they were a rather fearsome Warrior Caste," said Duran. "I believe there was a heated argument with the king at the time, which led to their exile."
"Must have been quite the argument that sent that exiled entire house," said Ragnar.
"It is known to happen the entire house gets exiled, I know this one noble house that got exiled for fixing a Proving."
They eventually approached a large dwarven statue in the middle of the city which had to be the Plaza. At the base of the statue, they could see a list of names like it was some kind of memorial.
"What is this?" said Shale approaching the statue. "This… this, I remember. It has dates and names. This is to honour those who volunteered, those who became golems. And there is my name. Shayle of House Cadash. Just as Caridin said. I remember now. I remember Shayle. That… was me."
"You remember? That's wonderful," said Heather.
"Wonderful to remember being a soft, squishy creature of flesh?" said Shale raising an eye. "Perhaps. I will need to think about these things that I have learned. Perhaps I will speak to it about them soon. For now, let us carry on as we have."
They soon began the long trek back to Orzammar and immediately made their way to be Assembly being accompanied by the captain of the outpost at the entrance of the Deep Roads. So not to cause a fuss Duran had to wait outside with the others as Hiccup and Wartihog entered the Assembly in the middle of a spirited argument.
"Lord of the Assembly, I called the order!" said Bandelor yelled. "This argument gets us nowhere!"
"Then why the delaying tactics?" said Bhelen. "I call a vote right now. My father has one living child to assume the Aeducan throne. Who would deny him that?"
"Your father made me swear on his deathbed you would not succeed," said Harrowmont.
"Apologies Lord Steward, but Warden Hiccup has returned," said the outpost captain.
Everyone immediately looked up as Hiccup and Wartihog stepped forward.
"Well, Warden? What news do you bring?" Bhelen asked.
"But I have a crown from Paragon Caridin for his chosen king," said Hiccup holding out the golden crown.
Immediately looked at one another confused and bewildered.
"Caridin was trapped in the body of a golem," Wartihog explained. "This Warden granted him the mercy he sought, releasing him and destroying the Anvil of the Void. Before he died, Caridin forged a crown for Orzammar's next king, chosen by the ancestors themselves!"
"I would like to believe Wartihog's word, but it's well known that the Grey Warden is Bhelen's hireling," said Harrowmont.
"Silence!" Bandelor roared. Hiccup then handed him the crown, and he examined it closely. "The crown is of Paragon make and bears House Ortan's ancestral seal. Tell me, Warden; whom did Caridin choose?"
"Caridin chose Bhelen!" Hiccup announced.
"At last," Bhelen smiled. "This farce is ended, and I can take my rightful place on my father's thrown."
Bhelen then made his way down towards the centre of the Assembly where Stewart Bandelor awaited him with the crown in hand. The deshyrs banged their staffs on the ground as Bhelen knelt in front of Bandelor.
"Let the Memories find you worthy, first amidst the lords of the houses, the king of Orzammar," said Bandelor placing the crown on his head.
Bhelen then rose to his feet and faced everyone and then looked at Harrowmont. "Do you acknowledge me as king?"
"I… cannot defy a Paragon," said Harrowmont and kneeled before him. "The throne is yours… King Bhelen."
Hiccup then quickly stepped in front of Bhelen before he did anything rash. "King Bhelen don't let your first act be that of murder. If you kill Harrowmont, some of his supporters will rally against you, and at this point in time we can ill afford the loss of a single dwarven life."
"He tried is still the throne right out from under me," Bhelen pointed out.
"You and I both know that he did nothing wrong just merely following your father's wishes. Plans have very much doubt that your brother would stand for this and he's standing right outside."
Bhelen stared at him. "You found him? He's alive?"
"Yes, let's not give him any more reason to hate you and to start an uprising."
Bhelen looked at him for a few seconds and slowly nodded. "There is my first act as king, I call for this man's immediate imprisonment. I also pardon my brother of any crimes and restore him to House Aeducan!"
Several of his guards then escorted Harrowmont away.
Bhelen then turned to Hiccup. "I shall return to my palace together my generals and prepare our forces for the surface. I will see you there, Warden."
"At least he didn't execute Harrowmont," said Astrid softly.
"Didn't stop them from imprisoning him though," said Speedfist and looked at Hiccup. "I really hope that you chose the right candidate."
"We'll find out soon enough."
Without they made their way to the palace and found Bhelen sitting on his throne talking with his generals and with whom were Duran and Natia.
"Ah, Warden Hiccup," said Bhelen smiling as he approached him. "We were just discussing about you, we understand that there is a civil war going on the surface. What are your plans to resolve this, I am willing to send troops to fight against the Blight, but I will not endanger my troops in your Civil War."
"We already have a plan in progress," said Hiccup. "We're arranging a Landsmeet to discuss who should lead the nation. Drago is supporting his own daughter Devi, and I'm the opposition."
"We seem to find ourselves in a similar circumstance," Bhelen smiled. "I do hope that your plan succeeds."
"Do you have the forces needed to support our army?" Astrid asked.
"I'm gathering all the noble and warrior houses together, and I shall have my brother leading them in battle," said Bhelen. "We're also conscripting the Castless led by my Natia, in exchange for joining the army they will have more rights, and they may very well prove themselves on the battlefield."
"It looks as if you have everything well in hand," said Hiccup.
"When you become King of Midgard, we will have much to discuss in ways of trade assuming we survive. Though given your reputation, I would have to say that you can very well be the odds and probably bringing a new golden age to Midgard."
"I'll be joining you as well," said Wartihog.
Hiccup looked at him. "Wartihog, you'll lose your house if you leave Orzammar."
Wartihog shrugged. "To be in exile as it is, might as well make it official. Besides, I got nothing worth staying for down."
With that, they left the Palace and started to make their way to the Commons, but not before stopping by at the Shaperate and get an award the copy of the memorial they got it Caridin's Forge. They were just about to make their way to the gate when they were stopped by a young enthusiastic dwarven girl.
"You look like you're not from around here," she said.
Everyone looked at one another with raised eyebrows, it wasn't exactly news.
"You could say that," said Hiccup.
"Oh, wonderful! I've been trying forever to find someone who really knows the surface world. I-I don't suppose you heard of something called 'The Circle'?"
"My companion here is a member of the Circle," said Hiccup gesturing to Speedfist.
The girl's eyes widened in awe as she looked at Speedfist. "It's an honour, my Lord. I've never met an actual mage. Is it true that you can manipulate nature's force with your mind? Like you were born with lyrium in your veins?"
"I was a member of the Circle until I joined the Grey Wardens," said Speedfist. "Also I advise that you don't let the glamour to fool you, my dear. Wielding magic is a dangerous occupation and a great responsibility."
"Mind asking why a dwarf is so interested in the Circle?" Ragnar asked curiously.
"I've been trying to reach someone there for years, I've sent missives with every caravan, but I never get a reply. I want to know if they would accept me for study."
"Hang on," said Hiccup slowly. "You, a dwarf, wish to study magic."
She nodded. "I don't want to do magic. No dwarf can cast spells, but I don't see why I shouldn't study it. It would be a valuable exchange. Orzammar would learn of one of the great natural forces of the surface. And the Circle gains direct access to our knowledge of lyrium smithing."
"I can certainly speak to the Circle on your behalf if you wish," Hiccup offered.
"That would be wonderful. My name is Dagna, daughter of Janar of the Smith Caste. Tell them that have already begun reading the Ensal Imperium's 'Fortikum Kadab,' and it's just fascinating! Did you know the Imperium Magister Lords once had genealogies of every human family known to produce a mage child? Oh, I'll go and pick my bags right now!"
She then scampered off excitedly.
"Rather enthusiastic, isn't she?" Valka chuckled.
"And a bit weird," Snotlout added.
"I don't think we can criticise, I mean, look at us," said Ragnar.
With that they made their way to the gates and stepped outside, it felt like forever since Hiccup lasts all the sun and felt the wind in his hair. Wartihog just stood there staring at the sky and Hiccup could have sworn he saw a twinge of fear.
"Give me a moment," said Wartihog as he took several deep breaths.
Hiccup gave him a concerned look. "You all right?"
"Of course, everything is all right!" Wartihog yelled, looking insulted. "Just give me a sodding moment." He then just stared at the sky. "By the Stone, I feel like I'm about to fall off the world with all that sky up there."
"If I could fight Randar Vollney's second after drowning fifteen lichen ales in half an hour, I'm not going to be put off by a high sodding ceiling. Well, let's get moving. We're losing… whatchacallit? Daylight?"
With that, they began making their way back to Berk.
They walked for several hours until they found an ideal place to pitch camp for the night.
"We should reach Berk in the morning," said Hiccup. "So that if we can't get a good night sleep, we certainly need it after our little venture."
"No kidding," said Snotlout.
Astrid was busy fixing her tent when Valka approached her.
"Need some help?" she asked.
"Thanks, but I've got it handled," she said.
"I have no doubt, but you know it's still okay to ask for help."
Astrid paused and looked at her. "Okay, what do you want?"
Valka gave a small smile. "I can't help but notice that you and Hiccup by getting rather close."
Astrid's face turned pink. "R-really, I haven't noticed."
"Astrid you're talking to someone fell in love with someone in the midst of war, I know what love looks like."
Astrid raised an eyebrow. "And yet you abandoned your husband and son."
Valka moved uncomfortably. "I already gave my reasons, but regardless both you and Hiccup have to not let your feelings get in the way of the mission."
"We haven't."
"Hiccup hasn't, but you have. I saw doing our battles in the Deep Roads that you were fighting awfully close to Hiccup."
Astrid quickly turned on her. "He's our leader, losing would put the entire group in jeopardy not to mention the entire kingdom."
"And he's already proven that he is capable of protecting himself. I'm not telling you to end this relationship, I'm just telling you not to get too fixated on it. Love is a very dangerous emotion, especially during battle, if you put your personal feelings ahead of the mission, then you could lose everything."
Astrid just remained quiet, and she continued to work on her tent.
Soon everyone was fast asleep, but Hiccup was having anything but a peaceful sleep. Images of the archdemon filled his dreams, and then suddenly he shot up breathing very deeply.
"Your awake," said Ragnar, who was covered in sweat. "Did you… did you feel it, too?"
"You mean about the archdemon then yes," said Hiccup.
"It was like the archdemon saw us! I think—wait!" They then heard noises in the bushes and sensed a dark presence approaching them. "Did you hear that?"
Hiccup nodded and rose to his feet. "Everyone, darkspawn!"
Hiccup and Ragnar wasted no time drawing their weapons then quickly engaged the gremlins that jumped out of the bushes with Shale, who unlike the rest of them didn't need to sleep. Sten, who had been standing watch, also joined in the battle while everyone else armed themselves.
Toothless quickly jumped onto the back of a gremlin that was attacking Hiccup from behind and then quickly plunged his fangs into its neck. Valka and Speedfist began casting spells against their attackers.
Some of the gremlins had triggered the traps that Eret had set up and will quickly cut down by both Heather and Eret himself. Astrid led the charge with the others against the mean group, luckily it only appeared to be a small band of gremlins.
Ragnar began slicing his way through a small group of gremlins, but then stopped when he came face-to-face with a ghoul. His eyes widened as he recognised the face as it was his brother Tamlen. Tamlen's skin was completely pale, and all his hair had fallen out, he also had black patches covering his face.
"You… lethallin…" he said, struggling to say the words.
Ragnar just stared at him. "Tamlen? Is that you?"
"Don't… don't come near me! Stay away! Don't… look at me! I am… sick…"
"We can help you, Tamlen! Don't be afraid!" Ragnar pleaded.
"No help. no… help for me. The song… in my head. It… calls to me. He sings to me! I can't stop it! Don't want… to hurt you, lethallin. Please… stop me…"
Ragnar just looked at him. "Don't ask me to kill you. I can't do that."
"Then… I must leave you no choice. I'm… so sorry, lethallin. Never wanted this…"
He then launched himself at Ragnar, leaving him no choice but to plunge his sword right through his stomach. Ragnar was completely shocked and then filled his knees, looking down at Tamlen's dead body.
"Who was that?" Heather asked as she approached Ragnar.
"His name was Tamlen," said Ragnar.
Heather closer her eyes. "He was the one that was with you when… I'm so sorry."
Ragnar then rose to his feet. "This is what happens when the taint is left unchecked. Believe it or not, death was a mercy, I can only imagine the kind of pain he was in. I have to give them a proper burial."
Everyone watched as Ragnar began digging a hole in the ground for Tamlen. Unlike humans, the freefolk elves do not practice cremation. Instead, they buried their dead in the ground and then plant a tree over their grave.
Sadly they were a bit scarce of the small sapling to place over the grave, so instead Ragnar placed a seed in the soil. He said a few words in elven, and once the ceremony was done, they set out no news to dangerous to go back to sleep.
The next morning they had reached the outskirts of Berk and Hiccup, along with Astrid and Sten, began looking for Dwyn.
"That's his warehouse," said Astrid.
"Then let's go introduce ourselves," said Hiccup.
They burst right through the warehouse door and came across a redhead dwarf, who had to be Dwyn.
"Hey, who do you think you are bursting into my place of business!" Dwyn yelled.
"Remember me?" said Astrid.
Dwyn looked at her his eyes widened. "Astrid Hofferson? What the blazes are you doing here?"
"Oh, I'm not here for you," said Astrid and looked at it Hiccup. "But he is."
Hiccup looked at Dwyn. "I'm looking for a qunari sword you bought."
"Now, why would you be interested in that?" Dwyn asked curiously.
"It's mine," said Sten.
Dwyn groaned. "You know, Faryn didn't mention the giant he took it from was alive."
Hiccup was rather surprised that he didn't ask for any kind of proof, though there are very few qunari down this far south. Plus, he suspected that Dwyn didn't want to fight them, giving their skill and numbers.
"Why don't you give us the sword and we'll be on our way?" Hiccup offered.
"Excellent idea," said Dwyn looking relieved.
He soon returned sword and gave it to Sten, and then they left.
As they left Sten looked at the sword as if it was going to disappear at any moment. "Strange. I had almost forgotten it. Completion." He then looked at Hiccup curiously. "You sure you're a Grey Warden? I think you must be ashkaari to find a single lost blade in a country at war."
"You're welcome, Sten," said Hiccup.
"I would thank you for this if I knew how. And I could deliver a much more satisfying answer to the arishok's question if the Blight were ended, don't you agree?"
"So you're staying, then?" said Hiccup.
"I am one of the Beresaad. I have never abandoned the field with the battle unmet."
Hiccup smiled. "I'm glad to have you, Sten."
"Indeed, it isn't every Grey Warden who has his own beresaad. I will see you reach the archdemon. Lead the way."
They soon reached back at Berk made their way to the war room to inform Stoick of the situation in Orzammar.
"So we have the dwarfs on board now," said Stoick.
"And all it took was to nominate a king," said Hiccup.
"You did good, son," said Stoick.
"We also saw the archdemon in the Deep Roads," said Ragnar gravely. "Sadly we weren't in any position to deal with it, but it does confirm that this is truly a Blight."
"Then we have to strengthen our forces," said Stoick. "We still have scouts locating the nearest Freefolk Clan, but nothing so far. Though I do have some good news, several mercenaries companies have decided to join us."
"How are we going to pay for them?" Hiccup asked.
"Don't work, son, I'll handle it," Stoick assured him. "In the meantime, there's someone here to see you. He claims to have known Duncan, and he has an important mission."
"I'll see him," said Hiccup.
Sitting in a guest room was a man in his mid-30s and judging from his clothing, he was a merchant.
"You're a hard man to find, Warden," he said as Hiccup entered the room. "But where are my manners? The name is Levi, Levi Dryden. Did Duncan ever mention me? Levi of the Coins? Levi, the Trader?"
Hiccup looked at him suspiciously, he had heard the name Dryden before. They were a noble house that once ruled over the Teyrn of Hunter's Reach roughly two centuries ago.
"Dryden is a black name," said Hiccup. "Your family lost its lands and titles."
"But Teyrn Stoick's son should be well aware that in politics, things are seldom what they seem. Say what you will my family, we're ardent Warden supporters and have been since the beginning. But here I am carrying on while you have a Blight to stop. Don't want to waste your time. But, you see, Duncan promised that together we'd look into something important for the Wardens. And for me. But poor Duncan's… well, no more. A tragedy it is, at that. But I know he would want his work carried on. His pledge fulfilled."
"How do you know Duncan?" Hiccup asked.
"It's a bit of a tale, that is," said Levi. "But I'm the one who brought the Grey Wardens back to Midgard. Well, I was one of the ones. There were a lot of us. Maker's breath, I'm a bit nervous. Honoured to be here, really."
"Must have been tricky," said Hiccup folding his arms. "People seem suspicious of the Wardens."
"And most folks are right fools. With a Blight on the doorstep, we should be showering virgins at your feet. Although that could get a bit messy, couldn't it?"
"Go ahead and tell me your tale."
"After King Maric freed us from the Asgardians, the Grey Wardens begged the king's permission to come into Midgard—some sort of internal business. Me and a mess of other Warden supporters spoke in behalf of your order. Teyrn Drago was very much against letting Asgardian Wardens into the kingdom. But Maric, Andraste bless him, was a fair-minded monarch and with the support of your father let them in."
"Go on," said Hiccup sounding intrigued.
"So that's why I was there when the Wardens and their leader, Genevieve, presented herself to the king. First Wardens in Midgard in over a century. Proudest day of my life, that was. Duncan was a bit of a scamp back then—we were of an age, and struck up a friendship. The King himself went with the Wardens on their mysterious business. When he returned, he rescinded King Arland's decree and the Wardens came back to Midgard for good."
"Why were the wardens cast out by Arland?" Hiccup asked curiously.
Levi shrugged. "People say it's because the wards have become terribly unpopular. Just soaking up tithes and not doing a bleeding thing for the kingdom. I say that bollocks, as recent evidence have shown."
"My uncle just rescinded the decree just like that?" Hiccup frowned.
"Maric was a bit of a visionary. A powerful mind, that one. In his travels with the Wardens, he must have seen how important their cause was. And then moved by it."
Hiccup frowned, there had to be more to it than that. "That can't be the full story."
"There was some talk in court that he did improve relations with Orzammar," said Levi. "That might have factored into it. But make no mistake, King Maric was a giant among men."
"What did Duncan promised you?" Hiccup asked.
"As you know, my family name is mud around noble circles. My great-great-great-grandmother, Sophia Dryden, was the last Warden-Commander of Midgard, back when the Wardens were known as freeloaders. So King Arland banished the Wardens, and he took House Dryden's lands and titles and gave them to House Grimborn."
Hiccup frowned. "What a bit drastic, isn't it?"
"And then some," Levi nodded. "Not much is known about that time. After King Arland died, there was a civil war, loads worse than this one. And our family was on the run, hunted by enemies—with nary a friend in the world. But Dryden's are tough. We rebuilt, becoming merchants. And we never lost our pride."
"So what flavour did you make with Duncan?" Hiccup asked.
"I asked for the truth. My family revers Sophia Dryden. We know she died at the old Grey Warden base, Soldier's Peak. We want evidence to clear her name. It will restore our land or titles, but it'll restore our honour."
Hiccup frowned. "I've never heard of Soldier's Peak."
"Well, no one's been to Soldier's Peak since Arland's days. At least none that's came back. I spent years mapping the maze of tunnels to the Peak. And I found the way a few years back. So I went to Duncan, I did, and I said that he could reclaim the old base and my family could have its honour."
"How will reclaiming Soldier's Peak help the Wardens?" Hiccup asked.
"Soldier's Peak has strategic and symbolic importance," Levi explained. "Duncan said it could be worth it right there. He also hoped to recover lost Warden history and perhaps a few old relics. No one knows what's up there now."
"If it was so important, why didn't Duncan help you?"
"Darkspawn surfaced in the south of Midgard. And Duncan got plenty busy recruiting Wardens and meeting with poor King Cailan. Duncan said he would help after the battle of Ostagar. Said there might be useful things at the Peak. But he never had the chance."
"So why do you need me?" Hiccup asked,
"I can pick my way through the tunnels at the base of Soldier's Peak. But the place… well, they say it's haunted. And it'll be dangerous for certain. Will you think on it at least?"
Hiccup pondered for a moment, going to Soldier's Peak may seem like a waste of time and resources, but there wasn't as if there was anything else to do at the moment. Plus if they could find why the Wardens were exiled, it might help their relations with Midgard.
"Your family's faith will be rewarded," Hiccup promised. "I will help you."
Levi's eyes lit up. "Boughs and blessings upon you, Warden. I'll mark the location down on your map and then we can pick our way through the tunnels."
At Aresgan, Drago had called for yet another King Counsel after he heard the re-emergence of Hiccup.
"You're saying is that not only did he venture deep into the Deep Roads, but he met with an ancient dwarven Paragon, who then presented him with a crown for him to elect a king," said Drago clenching his fist angrily.
"According to my sources," said Viggo. "If even only half of it is true, it is still an amazing feat."
"Do we know where he is now?" Johann asked.
"He's back at Berk currently," said Viggo.
"How did he slip by us again?" Krogan growled.
"Because they have a Freefolk elf among their number, who knows routes that we do not," said Tyrell folding his arms. "I think this is a waste of resources, we should be more focused on the darkspawn, their number has grown significantly."
Drago growled furiously. "How could this have happened? We had everything under control!"
"Actually father, we never did," said Tyrell.
Drago turned towards him. "You had better explain yourself quickly."
"Well, so far, we have started a civil war and completely ignored the rise of darkspawn in the south. We also seem to be spending most of our effort hunting down Hiccup something which I find ironic."
"How do you mean?" Johann asked.
"Well, he's a prince on the run from a pretender and ruthless king while trying to build up an army to take his rightful place on the throne," said Tyrell. "The situation reminds me of Maric."
Drago slammed his hand on the table. "That boy is not Maric, nothing more than a puppet for the Asgardians."
"There is no evidence of that," said Viggo. "He has no contact with any Asgardians apart from his aunt, and she's clean."
"Isn't he travelling with an Asgardian bard?"
"He is, but according to my sources she's actually from Midgard and apparently her father is Teyrn Oswald," said Viggo.
Johann's eyes widened. "That's impossible, Oswald's daughter died years ago."
"Apparently not, she's holding a horn blaring the crest of House Haddock, and she is the right age. I'm afraid that existence has already reached the Berserker Fields and the people demanding that you step down as teyrn allow her to take her father's place."
"Never!" Johann roared. "We have no idea this girl really is Oswald's daughter, and even if she is doing is the daughter of a traitor."
"Johann is right, this sounds awfully suspicious," Drago agreed. "The Asgardians are no doubt trying to use her to gain control one of our most important provinces, and I will not allow that to happen. I want all of you to redouble your efforts in hunting down Hiccup, and that is my final word on the matter!"