Ah. Asliann told me I would find her here. And what's this? She's sitting at a table with TWO MEN?? Ha! Not fair. And- whoa. I'll take a slice of that tall one. I hang my cloak on a peg by the door and sling my sword and shield over my shoulder. No use trying to sneak up on my cousin. Asliann has already spotted me.

"Hej!" I call out to her. "En øl, tak!" I call out to the barkeep. "So, Asliann, here I come to meet you for a visit, and find that you've already got company. I extend a hand to the poetic-looking young man seated beside her, grinning at him.

"What's your name?" I ask, and learn that the lad is called SummerIsle. He shakes my rough hand, and I turn to the Viking. "Hvad hedder du?"

Otto. Good strong name. Asliann tells me that he has seen Vinland, and hails from Iceland.

"My father was of Iceland, but I have lived in Danmark my whole life," I tell him. "Except for when I come to visit Asliann here. Our mothers were sisters, both of the Clan Niall of Erin. But Asliann received all of the Irish grace, and I find no pleasure but in my sword, a tankard of ale, and a good story. Tell me more of yours."