Raven's Watch calm before the torrent comes

A darkness spread across his features as Stjornuati spoke; the notion of betrayal burned at him hotly. Though his face was ever stuck in a mode of displeasure, there was no murkiness to cross his features. It was crystal clear, much like the rumble that sounded deep in his chest.

Valmúa.

“Þú veist að þeir munu ekki,” he grumbled. “Valmúa hefur alltaf gert eins og hún vill.” And the boy from Tartok? Solpallur didn’t know him enough to speak on him, but it did not surprise him that the ósterkligr njósn would follow her and her wily ways.

“Kannski ætti ég að kenna honum lexíu.” It was a dark statement, deep and pitch as his coat, finished with a click of his teeth. But he knew the best way to strike at his half-sibling was to strip her of her pawns, and what not a better way than to introduce himself properly and test the mettle of one of his brethren?