You watched as the group of Vikings walked through your village, shaking from the inevitable. Either the village would be raided, blood everywhere, houses burned... or your father's plan would work.

The lead Viking, a tall black haired man known as "The Wolf" stood in front of your father. His stern gaze examined the old Mayor, expecting. The Viking was young, his whole group was, but they were just as dangerous.

"I have an offer for you Wolf." Your father began, doing his best to hide his fear.

"Leave our village alone this time, and everytime, and head to the one east of the river for your needs. In exchange..."

"All families with daughters of age will give them to you as wives. You may have mine."

Despair.