"What do you mean 'the ship can only hold one commander'? You are telling me that it can fit exactly yourself and twenty five troops but I can't come aboard under any circumstances?" Chulyin practically shouted. The Angakut had mumbled something about 'arcane laws of illwinter' and before he could protest further had loaded the rest of the troops and set sail. Days later he was still cursing at the Issukangitok-forsaken Angakut with the nerve strip him of his troops and force him walk back to the capital in disgrace. The Angakut council was going to get a piece of his mind when he got there.