Magistra Colle looks pensive. "I'd hoped to tell a story of our folk working together against a common enemy," she says. "To give us a way to look past the petty squabbles of today. But it takes time to do research, and it takes time to spread stories." She walks over to the window and stares out, resting one hand on the wooden frame. "You didn't come via the harbour, did you?" She turns to look back at Inric but carries on speaking without waiting for a response. "It's full of longships. They must have been preparing for years. Arvid was right. All we did was give them an excuse. It was always too late."