Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190126220742/@comment-17114085-20190304130804

Þuli and the other scouts were busy bringing in their remaining supplies into Harald's longship, while Skorm and Agrunac were dragging up the dragon skull.

There were peasants around the docks. They were gathering around to see Harald and look at the skull with awe. Local bards were already starting to make crude songs about the tales Jofrodr had spread about their great battle with Jermulgraag, though the songs focused more on the thane than the Companion.

The thane would wave at the people as his men readied his ship for travel, still enjoying all the attention from the populace. He accepted the moniker that the townspeople had started calling him by, Harald the Heroic.

When he saw Kane approaching he waved off the townspeople and went to hear what the foreigner wanted to say.

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"My Thane, do you believe you could give me a ride back to the City?"

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"Ah, that what you wished. Very well, Styrson. My longship can fit one more person." Harald beckoned him aboard.

Jofrodr was having his day meal at the mead hall, thinking about what he was going to do next. He still remembered what the thane had told him about the Orcs, despite the heavy drinking that he did after that. ''500 eyrir an Orc. That is quite the pay. There will be many Companions vying for that gold, but if I push myself I could get quite the reward. My pouch wasn't left as big as I wanted after the thane split the reward between all the others, only 3000 eyrir.''

He ate some fresh bread and dried fruits and then washed it down with some mead. ''Hmm, though if I'm going to be fighting a lot of Orcs it might be time to upgrade my equipment somewhat. I nearly died fighting Jermulgraag. If it wasn't for Reyl, I would've.''