Hammarkel laughs. "One wizard is better than none, I suppose. I would speak of this more later tonight. But for now, I must make my afternoon check of the settlement - one must keep an eye on the Jarin you know!"
The huscarls rise and several join Lord Hammarkel, including Torn. "Perhaps," he says gruffly to Laenvan, "You can show me some of the ways of Halea later, and maybe I'll show you some of the ways of the Gray Slayer."
"We are pressed for space in the castle, but you are welcome to bed down here in the hall," says Hammarkel. With that, he leaves.
There are four huscarls remaining in the hall, and one of them says, "I am Suri Hammarkel, nephew to the Lord of Shien. I hope to meet this southron King - in battle!" His bares his teeth in a smile and his eyes gleam almost as if they were to pop out of his head. I'd set my axe against his sorcery! Yet it looks to me as if there is not one southron in this hall," - he indicates Laenvan - "but two," looking at Vagnar. "How did you come to be here and not with the invader?"