Ye Olde Jarl's Head Inn

[Magicman2051]

"This may be the ale talking," replied Michel, over the eclectic din of the various songs taking off," but I don't see why not. At the very least we can form it into something worth selling off and return to Normandy richer! I doubt this place will be worth very much in the long run."

[Xion]

Camila arrives at the Inn with several of her companions, who go off to order drinks and food while she and her two apprentices start to play a quiet tune in a corner of the Inn.

[Narf]

Whitmore downed another mug, tipsy he was.
"Glad to hear it, we can speak it over on my ship."
He looked around him, the Inn was finally getting lively. A shame it would be to leave now.
"Tomorrow.."

[Pontifex Maximus]

I'll be happier when the fighting ends nonetheless, less -hic- work for me after all. My arm is stiff from making the sign of the cross over so many dead bodies, and not to mention the armies take all the meat away with them...

[Agamemnon]

Er einhver hér að tala Old Norse? Getur einhver sagt mér hvað er að gerast í suðri?

[Narf]

Sveinur looked over his shoulder, born and raised on the Faroese Islands he spoke it fluently.. He looked to see who'd ask such a strange question.
"Sæll, gott kveld, Já ek ræða gamall norð"
Sveinur grinned slightly.

[Agamemnon]

Harald looks incredibly relieved, and speaks to Sveinur.

Það er frábært að hitta einn með sem ég get spjallað. Hvað er að gerast í suðri? Ég veit að það var barátta - ég aftur bara af því - en ég hef ekki hugmynd um hvað bardagi er um.

[Narf]

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OOC: Icelandic/Actual Old Norse, You may get some of my answers wrong so I'll go to Icelandic as-well. You use Translator yes? ég hef ekki hugmynd um hvað bardagi er um Hihihihi x) I don't know what fighting is. x) Sorry. Is he supposed to be from Iceland?

Sveinur pondered alittle and aswered.
"Það gerðist í suðri var Orrustan Hastings, var enska Haraldur konungur sigur af leiðaranum Richard. Ég var þar þó það var stór blása. Stærsta ég bara inni hefur verið inn Haralds braut eið sem hann hafði svarið Richard, sem hann kom að iðrast."

[Seanbox59]

Wolfgang entered the bar, after a long and hard journey such as the one he was just on a little food and drink would go a long way. He gave the barmaid some money and waited as she brought him a tankerd of the finest ale. When the Barmaid arrived back with his ale, he drank to himself and quietly mused if anyone would join him.

[Agamemnon]

Harald comes over to Wolfgang and introduces himself in Norse, hoping the newcomer can understand him.

[Seanbox59]

A perplexed look comes over Wolfgang's face as he tries to remember the language the newcomer speaks. As it is he decide's to keep the company of the new person, and orders him a drink aswell.

"I'd rather not be lonely in this strange new land any longer" He whispers to no one in particular.

[Agamemnon]

OOC: In German?
Harald, seeing that the man is speaking a language he can understand, introduces himself now in Low German.

[Seanbox59]

OOC: Sorry I forgot to specify the language. Stupid me.


"Greetings, I am Wolfgang. Its been a long journey, is there anyone that someone may make their fortune here?"

After saying He realized it was rather rude to cut straight to the point.

[Agamemnon]

"Unfortunately, I'm only a recent arrival myself, having come from Norway and ended up here after Stamford Bridge. But if you'll come with me, there is sure to be glory, and possibly membership in the new order of knights that the Duke will be forming to protect his new Kingship."

[Seanbox59]

With the mention of Knightly Orders subservient to a king Wolfgang's lip curled in disgust.

"I will die before I ever pledge allegiance to a lord." Said Wolfgang. "It was those so called "Lords" who killed my father and raped my mother, I have but one master and that is gold."

[Agamemnon]

"Tell me this tale, stranger, if you don't mind. I'd no wish to insult you - but now I'm intrigued. What happened?"

[ArkocentoArisen]

You were apart of the Norse battles at stamford? I heard they went quite bad for your King...
Alexander Suddenly blurted out at Harald
oh terribly sorry my name is Alexander de Varnoix. A pleasure to meet you sir.

[Agamemnon]

Yes. I fought bravely, too, as all our warriors did... And yet it was for naught, at least for me, as I was knocked on the top of the head and fell unconscious for most of the battle, and I only awoke after my countrymen had fled Britain. Now I live among the Saxons I swore to fight.

[ArkocentoArisen]

If I had been with you and your man chances are I would have died by my hand. losses with no reason why are always terrible thing.
Alexander gave a weak smile
But it wasnt all bad I take it? this land feels free for all that worship the lord does it not?

[Seanbox59]

"I suppose its only fair that I recite my tale, When I was a young boy, no more than 16 I was making a name for myself with my father in our lords army. My father, was a natural born warrior but because we were of common blood he was never able to achieve more than the rank of sergeant. I was his right hand man on every battlefield ours was a relationship forged in battle. That was all either of us ever knew. Until I was 18 that is when everything changed, one of our masters enemies launched a attack into our land and decided to set up quarters in our house. I went to help defend the homestead with my father, but he wanted me to run in order to carry on the family name. I did and hid in the woods by our house and watched as my father was killed by the bastard lord and also watched while my mother was subjected to his every desire. It was from then on that I swore off ever becoming one of them, instead I have worked my whole life as a mercenary captain and earning myself the name "The Wolf". I fully intend to make my name known and feared throughout these lands."

He finished his tale as a lone tear slid down his cheek, falling into his ale.