[Eyvind Redbeard]

The ballon was approaching and there seemed to be no call or greet coming from it, nor from the one further ahead. Silence was the key, abstraction the path and reaching the mountains the victory.

"Alfgeir, we must continue up the river as must as we can. Tell me when your men can't hold more and then reach for the left side of the river while I inform the other boat to stop on the opposite side."

The red-haired Vagaran felt helpless where he was, he didn't know who was in the ballons, if friend or foe. Nevertheless he would be ready, his longbow was at his side and his sword was in his sheath nearby, hanging from the Daekin's belt.