A Parley, A Challenge

Bah, Vladislav thinks he will be able to cow me into joining his little band, searching for trinkets and magic words in the rocks! There is no honor, no glory, no victory in that. We, the Kinjalgard, will take his baubles and mount them on our walls as trophies. I will not strike down one of our own in cold blood. I have prepared a challenge in the ways both old and new. Vladislav will accept. To do less would require his own men to strike him down as a coward. Then the Kinjalgard will be the blade that splits the ribs of these soft islanders, to prepare for the coming of the Lord Commander, and the rivers of blood will dye his boots red as he touches the sands. For the Kinjalgard! For the glory of Iznovgorod!