The Earl of Kattegat, Ragnar Lodbrok, was sitting on his Throne made of wood and iron, in the Great Hall that corresponded to his refuge, the largest and most imposing Viking hut of all. The warmth of the fire flickering against the wooden walls. The sound of the horns echoed suddenly, announcing the arrival of ships. For a moment, the hall quieted, and Ragnar’s gaze turned toward the door. He knew these were not enemies, but travelers—strangers seeking peace or trade. Rising from his seat, he motioned for his men to stand up and follow him, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips. Curiosity stirred within him. Whoever these travelers were, they had chosen to come to Kattegat under the watchful eyes of its earl, and Ragnar was eager to discover their intentions. His footsteps echoed firmly against the wooden floor as he walked toward the entrance, the sound of his boots creating a rhythm that matched the anticipation hanging in the air.

"Mhm... We should take a look at our new visitors..." Said the Earl with his cold and cynical tone, his Vikings nodded obediently.