"That is my point. Since when do soldiers follow bounty hunters? Let the hunter do his tasks as he always has, slinking in shadows and playing with knives. If a new general isn't chosen from the legions of the Nyir, I'm sure there has to be a suitable scapegoat among the craven nobility of Praxingdrell." Halvor said, feeling contempt for the nobles who bent quivering knee to Sidious Prax, yellow bellied toads and milk-blooded whelps the lot of them. It was said in Nyir that they were allied not to Praxingdrell, but to Sidious herself.
"I would lead my own legion to find these insignifigant traitors and capture them for you my Queen. I would have Sippenhaft, my war mage, deliver them to you personally, bound and asleep for your pleasure." Halvor said. "Then I would lead the legions of the Nyir to the walls of Elvindorm and bring those walls down with stone shot and all the power of my Spellshapers."