“They’re here.”

Gudrod stood at the prow of the Scavenger, one hand resting against the masthead as his thick black cloak rippled against the wind. He watched as a small group of men on the distant snow swept shore dismounted their horses. Around a dozen warriors, tall to a man and clad in heavy fur pelts, handed the reigns of their horses to their thralls and made their way down to a small wooden jetty.

Twisting around, Gudrod stole a glance . . .

“They’re here.”

Gudrod stood at the prow of the Scavenger, one hand resting against the masthead as his thick black cloak rippled against the wind. He watched as a small group of men on the distant snow swept shore dismounted their horses. Around a dozen warriors, tall to a man and clad in heavy fur pelts, handed the reigns of their horses to their thralls and made their way down to a small wooden jetty.

Twisting around, Gudrod stole a glance . . .