8

Mercenaries milled around restlessly in the dank basement of their employer's hereditary hall, their murmurings were of a threating nature. They had heard through spies that Odin was sending the people of the western border valleys back to their homes and the people had learned about the gold leeching down from the "dragon's back".

They turned to see a black cloaked form walk through a hidden door in the west wall of this pit they had to stand in and they began to crowd around him but backed up when the black cloaked giant also entered the room. Their murmuring quieted somewhat when they saw the Jotun witch follow the giant into the room.

"Your beasts did not kill Odin and his witch whore like you said they would and the Odinsons, Thor and Balder, have found the gold in the valleys" the biggest man among them groused, "now the people are going back to their homes."

"And we have learned that Karnilla has heard about our raids and is sure to be watching the valleys" he complained while the other men murmured in agreement, "no one of us wants to suffer from her magic as we all know the Norn witch is powerful."

"Karnilla is a novice compared to me" the Jotun witch sneered at them. "Should she interfere I will deal with her."

"I will be studying the comings and goings of Thor Odinson and the Einherjar once they make camp and I will find their weaknesses and exploit them" the man under the cowl angrily spat at his hirelings "and you will deal with them accordingly."

"And then what?" the mercenary chief snarled back, "Killing Einherjar will only bring more from Asgard proper and slay the Odinson and ALL of Asgard will descend upon us. Have you figured that in your "studying"?"

"Since I intend to slay Odin, as well as all his bastard whelps, what difference should it make to you if his heir apparent dies first?"

There was more murmuring then they quieted down when the witch began to mumble and they backed away from the traitor and his two cohorts.

"Very well" the chieftain growled "we will wait for your instructions."

As the mercenaries filed out of the basement the black cloaked man turned to the witch and whispered, "Find an interesting death for him as he's causing too much dissention."