Bjorn muttered blankly, "Uncle, what kind of mess did you stir up before you died?"
"It's not his doing," Sylas replied to Bjorn's muttering. "That guy likely caused some trouble first, and your uncle couldn't manage it."
"If we offer up my uncle's head, would that settle things?"
"Not a chance."
What he wanted was to become king, recognized by all the lords of the North and ruling officially as their monarch. The identity of the land's owner was merely a secondary issue. Even if the lord changed, it would just mean someone else to confront.
"Let's go out there," Sylas said.
"It's dangerous," Rey protested, holding him back with a worried voice. "He's like us."
"I know."
"If a fight breaks out, we might not be able to protect you."
"I know that too."
Before Rey could say anything more, Sylas spoke first. "Their commander is brazenly challenging us, and the leader on our side can't stay safe behind the walls."