"Excellant!" the dark warrior laughs as he hands out horns of meade to the two newcomers. Bowing to the Jarl, he quips, "I realize Jarl, that you know the Skald's work I wa susing and that, the stranger answered me with. But," He looks out at his people who are drinking, launging and talking, "It looks like no one else does." he grins and his blue eyes dance with mischeif, "Perhaps the warriors are too busy trying to impress all the new women in our midst?" Catching a small smile on the Jarl's face, he continues, "And so I will tell all, the famous warrior-poet I was quoting from is none other than, Egill Skallaginssor!"