Short snipped I intend to use

It was even more a surprise as he was not done and added. “Here we are, three clan chiefs. Let us assemble a force and sail against the Black Clan right now, but then I assume this would require real Vikings and not fishermen.”

 Leif put his hand on the handle of his axe, he was carrying. “No Elhir shuns battle, the Black Clan cost me a boat, let us sail right now. I doubt you find others to follow your quest.”

 The Peerson Chief said. “I have a new and fast boat, it has a sturdy bow and good harpoons. Let us load provisions and go. No Peerson has ever failed to answer the call to arms.”

 This was not what Isegrim wanted, sailing across the Ice towards the northern regions in a fools erand and waisting time. The chances to actually run into a black boat weren't very good, yet if he backed out now, he would be the laughing stock of Nilfeheim. Nothing was as damaging as the mark of a coward but then he saw the little fur anorak of his four year old son running with a fish almost as big as the toddler right next to Reinhold and Orking. He said. “I have my son along and must take him home.”

 Leif laughed. “Of course, nursemaid tasks keep you from a Vikings quest.” Isegrim snarled. “Nothing will keep me away and remember out there on the boat there are no Union laws that keep you safe.”

 The usually quiet Holmquist raised his drink horn and said. “Let us cal upon the Gods to bless our quest and swear that upon this quest we shall bury axes, so we may stand together as warriors of the West and not as squabbling hags, defeated even before we sail.”

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 Just two hours later, the Peerson dragon boat skitted across the ice













