The stench of elf and their foul magic was on the air and the blizzard was raging as I made my way into the boarder town.  I was fleeing my land and the storm and the only things I had in the world were Bane strapped to my back and the massive gray Percheron horse I was seated on.  But a wise man knows that knowledge is the most valuable coin the land has to offer. So I sunk deeper into the bear skin that wrapped around me as I pulled the hood which still displayed the animal's nose, eyes, and lips further up over my head.  Brom is a harsh god who helps those who help themselves and no one is to be respected unless they earn it. It is after all the way of the Einherjar.  So I followed the stench of elf magic to a small inn.  One did not have to be a genius to note the type horses out front with only one guard sheltering by the building.  That guard was not overly sharp as he let me ride right up and smack him in the skull with the flat on my ax.  But I left him alive because I was seeking work not enemies of the crown as I swung my leg over the pommel and dismounted from my horse and tied him fast.  I left his tack on him in case I found myself in need of a rapid exit.<br/><br/>I had to duck to go through the door as well as turn sideways because it was too narrow. It never ceased to amaze me that these thin blooded southern folks made portals so small!  Of course there was activity inside and the locals looked at me like I was a monster. I ignored them because I was not here for them. Instead I followed the stench down the steps to a blocked and locked door.  I cocked my head and listened picking up most of the voices from the other side since they were not being overtly quiet.  I was not sure the dumb lout they had could enlighten them but I could. The Jarl had cast me out just for killing his stupid son.  He should have thanked me because the boy was clearly flawed. No matter as I fled I observed the trail of a group of Orcs and others who were clearly taking a woman further north.  A trail it would not be any major obstacle for me to follow.  Cast me out with no provisions or place to go and threaten me with death for your mistake will you?<br/><br/>I pushed the bear skull hood back off of my head and slid Bane from my back as the foul smell of elf magic got more intense from the other side of the door.  Well I hear these thin blood southern types want you to knock. I reared back and planted Bane in the center of the door as I felt the weight in the battle ax slide and put all of my power and all of the weapons weight onto the cutting edge. Of course the door split like dry kindling and fell inward with a loud crash. I crinkled my nose both at the smell of the foul magic as well as the fact this door was too short and narrow for my bulk as well.  But I looked to the obvious leader and grunted "he does not know where the trail is but I do.  I am willing to share that information also for a price since my Jarl and I have quarreled."<br/><br/>The bound men of the north looked at me with recognition and raw hatred before muttering in our tongue "Koreshian Skull Splitter you piece of dung."  I paid them no mind instead I shifted my eyes to the left as the of course already in motion royal guard closed on me.  One was getting really close before I added in a conversational tone "might wait and see what your king has to say first. Me I know that spear is going to hurt when I stick it up your ass if you don't wait."