“Brother,” Torvik choked through his own blood. “He needs a weapon in his fist, to walk the soul road,” Varg cried. “I am not putting a weapon anywhere near you,” Skalk said. “I saw you fight a dragon-born.” “I will do nothing, I swear it,” Varg pleaded. “Please,” he said, his eyes still locked with Torvik. He could see the life draining from him. Then there was a gurgled hiss and Torvik was gone.
