Ivar's wolffish grin slowly crept onto his face, and he hissed through his teeth.
We shall make the flowers wilt, and take their wealth for our own.
His face then contorted into a puzzled expression.
Lord Reaper, perhaps we should capture bear island in the north, and the Arbor and Shields in the south. An enemy with no ships is no enemy at all.
He cackled mischievously; all the islands should be ours. No more Greenlanders pretending to be islanders.