The harbour quay was a commotion of warriors and families. Triu had called his men to order earlier, the Fists quickly taking up their designated positions where they listened in silence to the words of their leader.
He had told them of his pride in them, the pride of all- all on Kamkarra and on far off lands.
He spoke from his heart. He knew not what would ensue because death and glory wielded the same sword. If any were to die he would that he be the first, such was his trust in the warriors he would leave behind.