I was sitting on the tapping the sword against my chin. I was about to go to war again. It had been a long damn time. I wished to the gods there could have been another way. But I knew I had no one to blame but myself.
I knew I would have to handle this shut myself. I looked up when I felt Martin come to stand in front of me.
"What's on your mind Martin?" I asked him.
Martin sighed shaking his head. "You don't want to do this? You could just ask them to turn the boat around and head back home." He said.
I shook my head. "I have to end this Martin. I left this shit to boil over into this shit. Fair Gale has to respect our borders and the fact Were-lands want to live on their own terms and ways. We don't want to be slaves. Talking isn't going to work until they can feel we have the bite shake the foundation of their world."
