Aeirik had just stepped back from placing his offering to the appease the sea gods for the day's battle into the balmy waves lapping the shore when his commander's broad hand laid itself on his shoulder.<br/><br/>"You fought well Aeirik, come let the rest of the men landing work with the clean up. Let's see if we can find us anything worth of value over to the north."<br/><br/>His pious and contemplative mood shifted to a well toothed smile as he heard Volrath's word.<em>Oh, how he loved to pillage. </em>"Ay, Lord" He replied merrily and strapped his sea-cleaned broadsword to his back once more.<br/><br/>His hard-heeled boots shifted on the shingle as he strode in the wake of his broad-shouldered commander and his thoughts turned to the battle just fought. His gut told him something was wrong, and his gut was usually right about that sort of thing.<br/><br/>"Something doesn't sit right with me about our war just fought" He confided to his leader, as they left the beach and followed a gently sloped rise towards a new ocean, this one green and comprised of sea grasses and weeds.