<span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-indent:1em;">Ragnar's posture loosen once most of the people departed, running his hand through his sandy hair, walking over towards Finny and the others. "Then let us pray to the Gods that your lord father can see to reason." The brute told Finny, giving him a small nod. He glanced over his broad shoulder, studying some of the supplies already inside the Master-at-arm's tent. There were damaged shields, armour, and weapons. Most were beyond repair considering the limited tools; however, Ragnar guessed a few could be salvaged.<br/><br/>"Am I needed anywhere?" The brute asked, looking around at the others. "If not and I can find a hammer, I could help arming some of the men here." He explained with a halfhearted shrug.</div></span>