A great long boat saild over the horizon at a amazing speed thanks to a powerful wind blowing over the sea the boat rocking with every wave it hits. "15 minutes till we dock Brant!" Called a skinny man sitting on the front mast of the long boat over to the man clad in armor that resembles a dragon, this was Brant eldest son of chieftain Ragnar.  Brent stood at the front of the boat ontop of a wooden head carved like a dragon head one hand outstretched holding on to a rope that conected to the mast. Brant was to prove himself as the next chieftain of his fathers people, his task was to tame a dragon and the after 10 years bhe would return to his people as there new chief. "Aye I hear you" Brant called back to the skinny man who was named Lodrik. "So what can you tell me about these lands Lodrik?" Brant asked looking up at the man. "Accept for the fact that it's extremely warm? nothing much" "Yea thought so" Mumbled Brant. His father was the only other viking to ever come to these lands.<br/><br/>When at shore Brent jumped of the boat and started to walk across the beach without looking back. "Be careful out the Brent, these people don't trust us vikings"<br/><br/>Brent made his way to the tavern getting many scornful looks on the way. Once at the tavern he slowly opened the door and stood in the doorway. He looked around to see a few people gathered in the bar there reasons for being there where unknown to him. "I'm looking for the Lore Master" He said loud enough so that everyone could hear. "And bartender" He said turning to the man who was polishing glasses. "A glass of your finest mead" Brent's Swedish accent was clear and it was obvios to everyone one that he was a "uncivilized" man from the far harsh North.