Jamal left the room and headed back to the outskirt cities where the Einherjer were residing.
"Lord Hovodan!" Shouts echoed wherever he flew by and he nodded, acknowledging their greetings, watching as they trained. Did he feel guilt that the Einherjer trained to serve a lord who he 99% believed was not still leaving, he did not. To be honest, they were better off without that crazy old man.
A small smile appeared on his face, maybe it was not just the slaves who would find freedom in Sanya.
He landed in front of his home, it was a beautiful courtyard with a lake in front and an incredibly large training ground. The training ground was almost empty with an old man tending to the weapons that were scattered about.
He wore a black long gown while leaning on a cane in his hand, his hair was white like snow with a face covered in wrinkles, and his eyes seemed to have experienced countless years, yet they were bright and deep.
