Bjorn choked on his own breath, "Eight hundred?"
"Erik, the entire local population of Calais is roughly three thousand people! Do you realize what you've done? Taking in eight hundred terrified prisoners is a massive number compared to the citizens already living here!"
"They are perfectly fine!" Erik defended himself, "We haven't harmed them. They are safely locked away. Come, I will show you!"
Without waiting for an answer, Erik turned and marched quickly down the stairs.
Eventually, Erik led Bjorn to a courtyard located near the old city barracks. Dozens of fierce Northern warriors stood guard around the perimeter.
"Open the gates!" Erik ordered the guards.
The courtyard was massive, but it was crowded. Eight hundred people... men, women, and teenagers were huddled together in groups on the cold stone floor.
When Bjorn, with his facial scars, stepped into the courtyard, a ripple of terror swept through the prisoners.
