Clan Volknir's Homestead

With the settlement in sight she smiles, "Home sweet home. Not as grand as Midland but its home." She looked over as he brushed his hand through his hair, "I'm surprised you accepted my invitation. Its a long trek from where we began."

After reporting the incident her superiors gave her and her fellow knights some time off. Personally she thought that they didn't want new tales so strongly in support of the Old-ways spreading through the ranks of the Royal Knights. Nonetheless it was nice to get home once in a while.

She motioned to the work being done on several Knarrs "Building boats mostly. Sometimes trading, sometimes fighting." She walked up next one whose hull was mostly finished and rubbed her hand across the wood, her voice was soft and prideful "But mostly boats. There's a lot of money to made in the craft and we do it best." She turned to the man and smiled, "Forgive me if I seem too proud." Despite her soft tones and smile, there was a constant sharpness to her eyes.

One of the sentries noticed someone touch their work and perked up. However the man quickly saw who it was and let it be. No need to hassle the Jarl's daughter.

"I'm sure my father, Jarl Abjorn, will enjoy the tale of how I foolishly tried to send myself and my knights to their deaths and you stopped me." continued further into the town. Several of the people along the way would smile and waved at her, some calling her name in greeting. Eyla would reciprocate their greetings but exchanged little else as she led her "hero" through the streets. The streets would go from little more than frozen earth to being paved with wooden planks as they approached the longhouse.

She laughed at his question, a short light chuckle, "I think he'll be happy to see me. Then get defensive toward me being with a man. Then he'll regale you as a hero, get us all drunk and make slurred jokes about a wedding. My suggestion is to roll with it and enjoy yourself. It'll be a party before the end of the night. He might give you a token now that I think about it," she finally trailed off as they approached the doors of the hall. The chatter of men and sounds of feasting could be heard from outside the doors. Eyla smirked, always fun to interrupt the middle of a festivity. She didn't loose a step and pushed the doors open like she owned the place, after all she kind of did and shouted at the men, "Who said you could start this without me?!" He voice was harsh and commanding as if she was yelling at her knights.

Several of the people within looked up from there drinks, their chatter dying down to near silence at the disturbance. Some men even placed hands on their weapons, ready for a fight. They quickly saw who it was and a chorus of drunk greetings where shouted at her, slurred and happy, "Skal!"

The men returned to their drinks and food, no longer concerned with the new arrival and far more concerned with their drunkenness.

After the outburst of an entrance Eyla's demeanor returned to its more reserved state. Acting like this in front of the men here was a practiced thing. Something her father taught her to do, a facade to keep fellow clan member's moral up and make the heads of the Volknir seem closer to the lower families. She looked to Fenris, "Come on, I'm sure my father is already eyeballing us both from the depths of the hall." She walked in without worry. Most of the men present were seated and drinking so the path was clear for Eyla and Fenris to make their way to the back. Her eyes already spotted her father sitting in his high seat.

Fenris saw how her demeanor snapped back to the somewhat stern and disciplined reserved presence she had beared since their meeting. He thought perhaps when she was older she might make a good politician. He looked at her. "You aren't having a joke at my expense are you?" he asked with a small smirk. "Bringing me home to bear the judgement of your father, perhaps you are the real predator..." he joked again. He followed her slightly bemused but hiding his discomfort.

The first thing he noticed was the blade, his eyes flicked to it with a certain gaze that was equal parts afficianado and combatant. The glimpse was fleeting and brief but in that minute span he had accounted for the weapons estimated weight, shape, structure, and quality. It was a good weapon, and he smelled magic within its presence. The man spoke with a certain authority, and the content of his question told him much already about the Jarl of Clan Volknir. If the Noble caught the gaze it might seem strange that an unarmed man looked upon the weapon with a practiced eye.

He stepped up and tilted his head back, the unarmed vagabond looking male regarding the Jarl. "My apologies, I thought it would be ill-conceived for a commoner to presume to speak to a Jarl." he said looking at the older male. "It seems I am in unfamiliar territory in more ways than one. You're daughter insisted I come to meet her kin after I participated in a small incident in the Rhineburgh with her. She is a good commander..."

Eyla sighed, almost embarrassed by what happened now that she was in front of her father. "Er... Well I almost took twenty-five of my knights and attacked a Jotunn. This man here convinced me to withdraw and wait for reinforcements. Despite this a mere shout from the Jotunn would have frozen me and my men solid, Rulf somehow saved us." Eyla closed her eyes for a moment, hiding emotions drug up by the memories. "In short father he saved my life and the lives of my men. I thought her deserved to enjoy a night or two of drink and merriment. What better place for that than here?" She offered a smile to her father and Fenris.

Abjorn's brow furrowed and bewilderment spread across his face, "Daughter, you faced a Jotuun and a Dragon at the same time and lived?" A wild look was in his eye and a massive grin, "You must tell me more. How did this man, Rulf, save you?" He took a more serious look and demanded of them, "Details, details!"

Eyla shot Fenris an inquisitive glance, "So that's what caused those earthquakes? Her hammer?" An image of one swing taking out her entire company made her frown, "I still can't believe I was going try and take it on. Duty before logic I suppose." After the words came from her mouth she instantly felt the glare of her father upon her.