Duck Lake I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife

Tonravik moved in lumbering steps. As Njal pressed on, so to did Tonravik; it was not difficult to keep up even despite her bulk, for her long legs were used to the quick pace. Tonravik, for a long while, said nothing. But then, she looked to Njal. Perhaps he would not be well-received by his glacier, or his heart. By right the place was his own, yes. But would he shirk in the face of those who disagreed...?

You are prepared, she intoned, half-question, half-statement. Prepared to fight? Tonravik knew this was the way to reinstate himself. Once he dominated, there was no question of anything. Once a place was earned by tooth and claw, Tonravik knew all would be well. Who could argue that? True power? Indomitable might?