The Korl War-Band

Giant-blooded Korl raiders who reckon any unwalled holding fair plunder and any lowlander fair sport.

The War-Band came down out of the high crags when the frost drove the herds low, and found the lowland holdings soft and the walls few. They never went back up. Korl to a one — frost-skinned, head and shoulders over any man — they fight in a loose line of giants and take what is not behind stone, which in the marches is nearly everything. Hall, who they call the Reckoner, names a toll for every gate he comes to and collects it with a frost-iron maul whether it is paid or not. He does not hate the lowlanders. He simply does not reckon them as people who get to keep things.