I know I haven't updated for a looong while, I apologize. Have a mini chapter as an opffering.

Skwisgaar awoke to a loud banging against his door. He folded himself deeper into his bed and ignoring the unwelcoming noise.

"SKWISGAAR!"

It seemed the noise was more than welcomed to Toki.

"Bergson..." Slowly Skwisgaar rose to meet his chieftain. "How is your health?"

"Fine. I need you in my court today." Blunt.

"Why?" It was strange. Skwisgaar was never asked attended official business, at least he never requested to be.

"I need my best fighters there. A rival clan is asking us to give back some territory"

Skwisgaar was silent for a time. He knew all about Bergson encroaching on other clan's territory to steal their supplies and take their women. That's how they technically got Toki

"Fine. When should we meet?"

" Mid-day" With that he walked out of Skwisgaar's house. Annoyed Skwisgaar felt the need to take his frustration out on something... or someone.

"TOOOOOOOKI!" Skwisgaar called. But no answer was returned.

"Toki?" His house was empty. Even Ettøye was no where to be seen.

"Aright, fine don't be here." Skwisgaar grabbed his nicest clothes and began to beat them. He strung his robe to air out, and even washed himself. By mid-day Toki still had not return, which worried him for a slight moment, but he had other matters to attend to. So he set out alone.

…...

In line right next to the chief's great throne, Bergson had set up his court of the toughest and most ferocious men he could find. Well, minus Banki who was nursing a broken arm.

Bergson sat in his throne waiting patiently for his guest to enter the court.

The first to enter were a group of robed me. Just as big and hairy as Bergson's own

Second a cloaked woman had entered followed by more robed men. The woman's cloak was embroider with golden threads and the most expensive silk Skwisgaar had ever seen. He tried to peer closer to see her tanned olive skin ,and her emerald eyes. Or at least the one arm she had concealed deep within her cloak.

"Which of these men is your Chieftain" Bergson asked leaning back.

"I am the Chieftain" The cloaked woman removed her hood with one hand and looked Bergson right in the eye. Her eyes were not like emeralds, no they were brighter and held a look of nobility and strength.

"But you are a woman" He scoffed.

"And you are a troll" She spat back.

"Don't you dare speak to me like that, woman" He glared hard at her.

She unsheathe her broad sword. "You will address me as Chief Remmel unless you would like to meet the underside of my sword. I am a chief and You will respect me as such. I will go by no other name, including Woman"

Bergson laughed.

"There is no need to fight. I jest. Now what brings this visit"

She replaced her sword and stood straight.

" I have come to request that you and the clans of your alliance be removed from my territory."

"What are you talking about? We are in our own lands."

"The Danes have gone to far up north and now they are pillaging my village and my clans men, along with lands I have sworn my protection . If you do not follow this request, I will be forced to act in a matter I wish not."

"But that would-"

"Cause strife within the clans, and maybe a war. It would be on your own cost, and as I have heard it wouldn't be the first one your stubbornness has caused."

"Silly woman, we have more allies than you could fathom."

"Allies that you are slowly losing, after your lack of honour was shown to the Kyrri clan."

Skwisgaar was frozen stiff. The had happen years ago, Asmund may be old, but his tongue is as loose as a child's.

"That is none of your concern" Bergson was flustered.

"It is said, Asmund still has not been able to retrieve the child. And every attempt to do so has been stopped at your borders. The point is, I know all about you Bergson, now can we try to reach some kind of agreement." She smiled lightly, knowing she got the best of the "great Bear".

Defeated, Bergson sat back and sighed. "I will see what I can do." He waved her and her clan away.

"Nice speaking with you, hopefully you stay true to this promise." she pulled both of her hands out of cloak and bowed. The hall was struck silent, where her left hand should have been was a golden dome covering the amputated wrist. She and her men walked out without another word. Bergson's court men began to chat wildly and gossip about the Cheiftain.