After months of pillage and plunder in distant lands, Hruotrik Sigurdsson return to his homeland up North...on a stormy night he sees a light in the darkness right next to the muddy road, he approachess only to ear laughters & voices of men and women alike. Then he discovers that the light come from a window, he come closer to take a look inside the house... what he sees amazes him: people drink from horns around wooden tables & women walks from here to there, smiling in cheer. Then Hruotrik realize it is a tavern, so he decide to go in there. "It's warm and dry inside" he thinks; "Besides, a horn of mead, some company to chat & somewhere to rest it's what I need for this stormy night!". He cross the door & announces himself to the crowd: "Hojotoho! Hojotoho! Heiaha! Heiaha! Greetings to the good people of this dwelling, I am Hruotrik Sigurdsson, I'm looking for drink and shelter. A horn of mead for the thirsty man!".