Quickstar smiled and clapped his hands. Bowing, he said, "You know much stranger. But Let me tell of why we have the ear of God." The woman smiled and stepped aside, all heads were turned to listen as if the two were locked in combat.

He stepped lightly to the center and began in his deep voice.

Mighty Woden bannished the dark, flinging sparks of silver throughout the North.
Creating the earth through fire and ice, the home of the Vikings, the place
where only the bravest shall live.
Viking Gods steer them by the tales from poets,
words that whip them into a frenzy,
taking to the sea in search of plenty.
Great Niord, calmed the seas for Viking longboats,
which cut through the waves, like a fine blade.
Riding low in the waters, close to their God,
the dreaded longboats rode onto far away shores.
Screaming their wrath, calling to Woden,
they were quick to loot and to plunder.

They took what was rightfully theirs,
riding back to their homes, longboats,
riding low, filled with gold, women and more,
the warriors returned with tales that need to be told.
taking what was theirs by right of strength, which
Woden blessed the Norsemen with.

Till one night in the dead of the coldest winter,
a poet rose to describe a land of milk and honey.
"Warm while we freeze, plenty of meat and land for the taking."
The poets sang of this land far away, land that Woden told us to take.
When spring came, the longboats slipped into the sea, ladened
with more than weapons to kill.
This time they planned on finding land for them all,
for God's land had become to constricted.

They sailed through the nights until they landed,
in a land of deep green with the smell of fresh grass.
They built they fortess near the blessed sea and grew
to love this new land of plenty.

When he finished he looked over at the Jarl.