Sven Ruric paced in front of his men, the true sons of Norland, the men were tired from rowing the longboats from the mainland and the opposing rebel forces awaited just west of their position. Sven stepped atop a felled tree trunk, standing tall above his men, looking each one in the eye before beginning his speech; “Welcome home, you are about to begin the greatest moment of your lives, the rebels lay just over that hill and are advancing on towards Seahelm, This house, our Emperor, our Nation