Arpus stands and raises a huge, gold-adorned drinking horn.

"Honoured guests, it has been good to have you share our feast hall and to be with you as we honour our harvest god. As you return to your ship and sail for other lands, take with you the good will of the mighty Chatti and all the *thiudos* of the Northlands. We hope to see you back here again soon to share ale and bread with us once more. Farewell - your ship awaits and the hour grows late."