Jarl had woken up to his father's coughing, the older man was sick and as tradition dictated, the eldest of the male children were to take care of there fathers chores. He greeted his family "good morning brother and sisters." Jarl was the second oldest of Four. His elder sister Ingirun was the women of the household, since there mother had died three winters ago. The younger two Olof and Signy did small things such as throw wood in the fire when it had started to die down, prepare the table for meals, and so on. One he had eaten and dressed he had gone outside and begain too chop wood the most valuable resource in the cold mountain. He had finally chopped down a small tree near the barn. Several moments later a female in black rode down the village road toward the smithy. She came every so often and everyone in the village was sceptical of her. He had slammed the axe into the fallen tree. Apon doing that he walked back to his house and grabbed his battle axe. His sister Ingirun asked him what he was doing, to which he responded "I'm going to have the smithy sharpen the blades of my axe. I'll be back after I've delivered it too him." with that Jarl had walked to the blacksmiths he opened the door walked to the back and handed his axe to the man working the forge at the time. "make it sharp enough to cut the hairs of my beard." of course he was only interested in seeing what the women looked like she visited every so often, and yet Jarl didn't even have the smallest hint of what she looked like.