Theodore accepted the Kings terms, sending his men to the town.
Walking through the halls, he couldn't help feel out of place. Didn't bother him like it used to, it was just there.
A servant opened the door allowing him passage to the King. It was clear to the mercenary that he was not having a good day.
"My Lord, I have heard from neighboring kingdoms that the Norsemen give you grief. For a price, I ask to be of assistance."

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