"Er, what I heard was from Arnulf and it was a fair bit of time ago, so I don't think I'm the most accurate source."<br/><br/>At Arngeirr's insistence she shrugs, as barely noticeable it is in the thick armor, and continues.<br/><br/>"From what I recall the big head honcho was interested in the Fort that had been erected by some cult of hornet worshipers. Said they were venerating the very ground their chosen lord had perished on or something. Anyways this warlord got it in his head to brush off the cultists and take the fort for himself. A group mostly consisting of hugemen drew together to make sure the warlord knocked his shit off, and the two sides ended up clashing at the Fort in proper."<br/><br/>She paused, collecting her thoughts momentarily. The rest of it was fuzzier than usual.<br/><br/>"Arnulf...was usually well into his cups at this point of the story, so I don't know how it actually ended but from what I heard both sides were decimated pretty well that it ended in a draw more or less. Which fits with the sash still being there unmolested...and that hornet."<br/><br/>Her eyes were lingering on the small amber trapped insect when she finished. Maybe Arnulf wasn't completely off his rocker with that tale.