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As Jarl Arian and I sat by the fire, he continued the talk he began when Lydia's father was rescued. “Logan, I have been meaning to tell you something. Something I should have told you three years ago, when you tuned 14. “What?” My curiosity was roused. “I want you on the war council. You inherited your father's mind,” he continued. “And he was an excellent battlefield commander.” “Well, sure. But why me? Wouldn't Wulf be a better choice?” Arian looked around the room, making sure no one was within ear-shot. “I'm going to resign as Jarl of Skaljarik,” he said, dropping the gauntlet. “Why?” I asked, wondering what would prompt such a decision. “Because I'm going to be head of the Jarl Council in Arkadia. And Wulf is going to be Jarl here.” I was shocked. “But what about the Voyageur?” “That will be yours,” he said. But then he suddenly grew grim. “Before I go, there is something you should know.” “What?” “Logan,” he began. “I think there is something you need to know. What do you know of your father?” “Only that he was a hero, and a battlefield commander.” Arian looked at me, and I could almost see his eyes watering. What was this about? Arian dived into the storyhe felt I needed to know. “Logan, your father was an excellent tactician. But back in our war with Nocturnus, your father was on a mission with Lydia's father & uncle. Part of our force was hopelessly cornered, and your father decided to send a force to try and save them. It was a suicide mission, and everyone knew it. Your father offered to go himself, but the command wouldn't let him. You inherited much of his cunning,” Arian continued, his voice growing shaky. “Seeing no alternative, your father sent Lydia's uncle on the mission. No one made it back. And worse still, Lydia's father, Olaf, told yours that he was scum, and hated him ever since. If Olaf finds out who your father is, he may hate you as well.” “But what is your involvement, Jarl Arian?” “I was there. I felt responsible, because I refused to go on the mission. Olaf didn't remember me, I was a boy younger than you at the time.” I looked into Arian's eyes, and saw an ocean of grief. But I saw he wasn't finished. “Logan, your father died saving my life. It seems a poor repayment that I refused to associate with you for a while. But,” he said, brightening considerably. “Your destiny, and Lydia's, and intertwined. I don't know how, but they are. And that means whatever Olaf think of you, you must not abandon Lydia. Her path and yours are together, and the two of you can achieve greatness. But only if you work together. Just then, one of the servants burst in, and said, “Jarl Arian, there's something you must see!” It was laid on his desk, and it proved to be a price on someone's head. It was written in ancient Nocturnian, and only Arian could read it. Who that someone was, I had no idea. “Who's head do they want,” I asked. Arian looked at me, giving me a serious expression. “Yours”. Without figs Builder's Notes: A quick build, but I think I captured the "Viking Great Hall" look quite well. Author's Notes: This was important to write at some point, giving backround to Logan's father. I think the story turned out well. Tell me what you think!