"I am Helga Grimstad. Leader of the Ironsides," the woman said. "And I've been organizing this mess since before half these fools got here."
She stepped closer. "So when someone like you shows up with his pet army. I make it my business to know if he's here to help or to take over."
Reidar held her gaze. He'd dealt with aggressive personalities before, people who led through intimidation and force. This often happened when he still was the CEO and owner of his company. Helga fit that mold perfectly; it was just that she was a little too fiery.
"I'm not here to take over anything," Reidar said. "I'm here to ask questions."
"Sure you are," Helga said. The sarcasm dripped from every word. "Your level is too high anyway to get anything decent from these quests. So, care to tell a better lie?"
Lena's grip on her daggers tightened. "Back off."
Helga's attention shifted to Lena, and something dangerous flickered in her eyes. "Or what? You'll cut me? Go ahead and try, little girl."
