"She's a warbird, and an old one at that, but don't let that fool you, min ven. She is a predator, a night eagle, a Night Rovfugl, and once she has you in her claws, you will never see the morning."

Stenrik looked over to me. I could see in his face that quiet strength I had come to admire in him. But there was something else. Fear, perhaps? I did not ask, I merely kept listening.

"She is like a wild bjergløve. By the time you see her, she has already been watching you for thirty minutes and now is her time. Yours is done."

I glanced over the horizon to the setting sun, anxiety racing to fill my thoughts before I put it down. "Then we'd better be ready for our guest."

WIP of the Valkyrie, the Night Rovfugl which translates as something approximate to Night Bird of Prey. Sure, on the gaming table, she's just a regular Valkyrie, but I wanted her to give a sense of impending doom when she shows up in the story. She is Barcza and his spec ops (read: kasrkin) team's transport. So you know if you spot her, you're in for a world of pain.