"Tell ya what." The Jarl started. "If you can figure out a way to stop the creation of these beasts, be my guest." "Creation? What makes you think they're being created?" Falk asked him. "Because, just a few weeks ago a sorcerer turned up stating he could figure out how to find spies in my city. In exchange I gave him safe haven. Soon after...well...the first attack happened. We lost dozens of good men since then. And the damn sorcerer couldn't be found. We searched his place, but we couldn't find a whiff of him." "So you don't have any leads?" Falk asked. "Not a damn one." The Jarl answered. "Okay. Well it seems like we're at a bit of an impasse then don't you think?" Alex asked Haakon. "No shit we are at an impasse! But I'll tell you what. If you want to secure this alliance? It's fine by me. I think we should negotiate a trade or something." "Trade? What do you mean?" "I mean, you establish a small base here so you can give some of your men and their fancy flying machines to me to defend ragnarok! In return, I'll give you some of the finest foot soldiers free of charge!"