While Viljar naturally trusted his nephew at his word, it was still difficult to remain calm when the safety of everything and everyone he had come to care about over the years was in jeopardy. Particularly when there was simply no proof of Erik's supposed control over these ghouls.
Frostfang had the same worries, although he wasn't even sure Erik was actually telling the truth. That said, in the end, it didn't matter for him. Today, he would either die fighting, or he wouldn't. He had no other ideas.
Nora naturally had full trust in him, and surprisingly, Anne, too, found herself feeling strangely secure next to Erik. A feeling she disliked, but couldn't stop. 'Perhaps its just this frustration I feel in his presence that is overpowering the worry,' she thought to herself.
"You worry too much, Uncle," Erik smiled slightly, full of confidence in his wives. "Everything will be as I promised. If all goes well, you won't even have to do anything."
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