Ronald
**The Mayriff - Town Hall**

"Welcome!" Exlaimed Jarthec. "To my humble abode."

It was both a fitting description and a gross undestatement: the attic, like the rest of the mansion, was covered in dust. Yet, compared to the houses of the villagers, it was nothing short of a castle.
The sound of chains alerted Dagstygg to the presence of the ragged and famelic girl who waded across the murk of the room with an empty gaze. She was carrying a plate with bread and cheap liquor. An iron collar kept her shackled to the darkness of the room.

"That is Gretha, my fiancee," Explained the vulture. "A sour reminder of one of the few times I've been scammed: I was promised a bride, and I got a girl instead. Oh well, soon it will make no difference: that all happened long ago, and she's almost ripe."

Jarthec sat next to the window, and invited Dagstygg to do the same.

"I am sorry that our food may not be up to par, but as you see, Northwind is a poor land. My people and I endure many privations. Which is why I wanted to discuss a trade partnership with you."
Vincent
Dagstygg Jarl
Marmots Cradle

"You would be suprised by the gruel that us men of the witherlands eat... The meat of the monsters that call from my homeland is an acquired taste..." 

Dagstygg would step over to sit next to the man, the seat was only just big enough to hold him, and bent like a board under his weight. He watched the mans fiancee hobble across the room in chains, and in his eyes was disgust, not for the woman, but for her treatment as a wife. In his culture women were seen as equals, and were bringers of life, they were considered the holy creation of the sun godess Hulda, as opposed to the creation of the first god of war, Hymir. This only fueled his displeasure towards this worm named Jathec, but he would hear what the man had to say.

"I assume you called to me for something more important. Yes... You would not call me for Fika with a young Jarl..."
Ronald
**The Mayrrif - Marmot's Cradle**

"Well of course! Right to buisness, eh?" Jarthec chuckled. "I see that you got many wonded, and lots of wares. So I assume you are raiders who found themselves in a bad spot. Well, it just so turns out that I know how to solve your problems.

You have the men, and the ships. I have a safe haven located right between Terresol and the Witherlands.

We could strike a deal: you could use this town as your base of operations, and I could use you as a way to get some more revenue. I could even offer you contracts for a generous sum."
Vincent
Dagstygg Jarl
Marmots cradle

"That is quite the offer... And an offer like that wikk require time to think on. My men may not be so interested in the idea of working for a lord they have only just met, let alone one who is not of their blood..."

He folds his hands together and sits back in the chair slightly, looking out over the town. From this high point he was quietly taking note of the town's layout and easiest ways to make it to the ballista tower, he watched the routes the guards took and how one would avoid them.
Ronald
The Mayrrif
Marmot's cradle

The base of the tower had been impossible to locate on the way to the Mayrrif's office, for the mansion was an architectural nightmare. But now that he stood in the cellar, he could see that the wall opposite to the window was made from the same stone as the tower. It was also the wall where the vulture had chained the young girl to.

"If it's the approval of your men that concerns you, fear not," Said Jarthec. "This accord is exclusively between you and me. For all they know, your men will be raiding for you, as they always have."

The Mayrrif stood from his chair and leaned over the window.

"I know the ranger must've said all sorts of things about me, but you must understand that he cannot be your ally. House Koern is sworn to House de Lysse, the rulers of the very southern lands we wish to plunder. Their family lives and breathes to get rid of raiders and scavengers like us. Sooner or later, his duty will pit you against you. 

It is inevitable.
Stallions and wolves can't get along. But wolves and vultures always will."
Vincent
Dagstygg Jarl
Marmots Cradle

"Then you must know that the bear does not concern itself with the opinions of the wolf. Either way, it is not good practice to keep secrets from your kinsmen, though I am sure I can talk them in to such a thing, they are quite trusting of my decisions, I should have their support by morning, I wager..."
Ronald
The Mayrrif
Marmot's Cradle

"Good. Good. If you are successful, then speak with Clayton, he will pass it down to me. Clayton also has the contracts I spoke about. If you happen to be in need of a specific supply, he will arrange a deal with you."

The Mayrrif stared beyond the palisade.

"Pantheon knows there are too many nuisances that could use a good beheading out there."
Vincent
Dagstygg Jarl
Marmots Cradle

The man excused himself, standing up and stepping out of the room, ducking his head as he walks through the doorway to get back to the harbor. By now it was late evening and the men on the ships were eating the food they had brought for the voyage, Dagstygg however was more interested in speaking with his war council, a man named Haakon and a woman named Sygny