Neverwinter Forest he had teeth like a military cemetery and i fell in love instantly

Eske feels the nudge and tears her eyes from Hvitserk — evidently she will not get her wish that she could burn him alive just from glaring at him — to look at Furi as her second joins her. Eske does not hide her bristle of annoyance as Furi inquires after Hvitserk. He is the one thing that Wanlida would rather not talk about — in truth she’d been perfectly content assuming that she’d never see him or her sisters ever again and is surprised that he bothered to return at all. He’d always been preoccupied with being so far up perfect Freyja’s ass that Eske is genuinely surprised ( beyond her desire to kill him ) that he isn’t still with her. Maybe one day Eske would ask him if they survive the war, and if she doesn’t want to tear his throat from his body every time she so much as glimpses at him. She’s already imagined plenty of ways she could attack him from behind as they move towards the Caldera but it is Heda’s presence and Heda only that stills Eske’s dark ambitions. “He is a Branwoda. A traitor,” She spits the word, not bothering to speak it discreetly.

“He should not be here. He should not even be in Drageda.” It was the only thing that Eske disagreed with Thuringwethil on. She did not trust her Commander’s judgement on her brother and is still unable to understand why she did not kill him when he tucked tail and ran away trailing behind Freyja as her precious little pet as he always had. Eske hates him. She hates Thyri and she hates Freyja whose betrayal had stung her the most as they had grown closer. “He should be food for the crows and he knows it.” Eske cannot think unbiasedly about Hvitserk and perhaps she is not the best person to explain what had happened. She does not know the details and does not care to. She has no use for explanations: she believes what she believes about her turncoat siblings and she would take her grudge against them to her grave (a trait she inherited from Thistle, aha).