'Get out,' said Bethod to the woman. Instead of leaping to obey, she twisted about for Ninefingers's say.
He shrugged. ' You heard the Chief'.
Bethod might have been Chieftan of Carleon and Uffrith both, winner of two dozen battles, acknowledged by all the greatest war leader since Skarling Hoodless.
But Logen Ninefingers had gathered an aura of fear about him the past few years. An aura of death.
Like the one Shama Hearthless used to have, but worse, and with every duel won and every man killed, it grew worse yet.
Within reach of his hand, the Bloody-Nine was the master.
- Sharp Ends, Made A Monster