Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190815003529/@comment-7262318-20190821013110

"Yeah, go on in..." The Nord nodded. "We'll take care of them.... Thank you for this..."

"No worries," Kaz nodded, heading inside.

The Jarl's longhouse was very ornate for something that looked so simple on the outside. Clean, stone floors with wooden columns alligning both sides of the room. There were walks ways above them aligned with more steel-plated guards, and two fire places in the middle of the room. Both were active and keeping the house warm. It was a stark difference from the cold outside.

Across the room, sat in his regal chair, was the Jarl himself. Skald the Elder lived up to his name sake, with wave after wave of wrinkled skin drooping over his face and his eyes sunken very car into his head. His arms were bone thin and his face aligned with unkept stubble. The man looked ancient, as if a sudden gust of wind would make him fall apart.

"... Ah, there they are!" Skald cried, rising from his chair too quickly and nearly toppling over. Thankfully, he had a couple of servants there to catch him before he fell. Once he steadied himself, he yanked his arms free and chuckled. "The conquering heroes themselves... welcome, welcome! Please, come in..."