War The words echoes between them. It's implications were something that would change the face of the Islands for generations to come. Björn swallows hard, and he had been the one to finally put a name to the monster that plagues Warsaw. Warsaw wants a war, a way to leave an everlasting mark, his everlasting mark. His name would be the one the story tellers would tell the children. A name that would bring fear or pride, depending on who's tongue the story was coming from. Depending on which side of the war the story teller had ended on. Björn has seen countless battles, fought for causes he didn't wholeheartedly agree with. A pawn in someone else's plan. Now, it seems he is the one who has lit the spark of war. Almost, seemingly by accident.
Björn's thick ears listen as Warsaw excitedly explains who is allies are. His ears perk as he mentions Rougaru of Paradise, he catches his breath in his throat. Nya's father. He had to keep Nya from getting involved, but how. She was a strong willed maiden, one that would protest, and even rebel if he forbade her from engaging in war. He continues and speaks of Cullen, who Björn had never met. His interest peaks once again as he mentions the mare of the Dunes, yet he did not know her name. Shaydowfax. Björn had stayed in the Dunes with her, only a few days before he had made his way to Tinuvel. She had been kind, but it seems she had made a lasting impression on Warsaw. An impression that has left a bad taste on the King's tongue.
He can feel the excitement vibrating off of Warsaw. War has brought a new energy to the aging King. "A lesson that they must learn, indeed." He nods, he knew that it was best to ally with Warsaw. He was strong, and his allies strong. If Björn were to survive the coming war, he had to make decisions that would insure his survival.
Let us not waste anymore time Björn nods and pivots to follow Warsaw further into the Bay. Warsaw calls for his son, and Björn waits to see the reaction of the man as his father breaks the news to him.