I stand at Seventy Horts, and weigh in at 98 stones. I have been away for a very long time, hunting kurri for pelts and trade, sailing to pillage for treasure. I wear My battle scars with Pride, and Honor. So that Odin will be pleased with Me, once I land on the shores of Valhalla! 
I keep few bonds, leaving them for the Men that are loyal to Me. After all, the crew of My ship need to be entertained! My Men must be kept happy, and satisfied! A Jarl must keep His Warriors loyal and content. As a young Man I used My own hands, and crew to build My lodge. The wood and food plentiful from the sea and trade was good, leaving Me plenty of gold to spare. The inlet is blessed with fertile ground and the forests beyond, a haven of plenty for those who come as friends. I call it, Lodge of Vul'gar , of the Iron Walls. 
Aeron |