Brynjar, his clan and the soldiers Dusty gave him flew, quietly to Frejadir. Sigurd and Destin flew close to their little brother’s side as they headed over to the place they would try to make their home.
“You’re nervous.” Sigurd said to his brother.
“Of course I am.” Brynjar said. “And on top of that, I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye to my wife. She was sleep when I woke up.”
“Long night?” Destin asked.
Brynjar chuckled, but his brother knew him.
“I just.. I want us to succeed.” Brynjar sighed. “I’m not trying to lose anybody today.”
“You do know that will happen, right?” Destin asked his brother. “Somebody is going to lose their life today.”
Brynjar and Sigurd turned to their brother.
“It better not be you guys.” Brynjar told h
