"And with this, Bjorn, lend us your strength. Aid us in the war to come and kill the one who dares use your name for himself. Help us slay the one who claims to be your sister. And with this request, we promise to face death proud." The man at the center stage raised his arms, as he took a dagger high in the sky. Clasping it with both hands, he stabbed down, killing a small goat.
The blood fell off the stage and as it hit the snow, he smiled and looked at the crowd. "Tonight. We feast, in Bjorn's name. And when you are finished, cowardice can not remain or you will forever be trapped with Floki."
