The journey to Northumbria had been tiring and dangerous, passing throught different villages and forests. Now that Uhtred has been exiled from Wessex, Finan, Osferth, Sihtric and you accompanied him, as his crew and friends, to Dunholme. To the territory of Uhtred's brother Ragnar Ragnarsson, who has received you all with warm food and ale.

The afternoon will be soon devoured by the night and the stars will shine upon the fortress of Dunholme. But now it wasn't time to worry about alliances, enemies or kings and princesses. The danes are playing their games at the great cortyard inside the walls.

"At my left! The stinky, ugly and horrible saxons! Screams out loud Ragnar, with a amusing and proud voice, gesturing toward Finan, Osferth, Sihtric and other men that came with Uhtred. The rest of danes around, all drinking and laughing, scream and jeer at them. But they all raise their voices proud and amused, laughing. Specially Sihtric, your partner, who seems to enjoy a lot this kind of dane games. He is half dane after all. He screams proud and then glances at you smiling and winks, his way to say "This is for you!"

Then Ragnar presents his men, all pure danes that also scream out loud happy and proud. The crown cheers and screams while keep drinking, some even look already drunk.

At the signal of Ragnar, the two groups get prepares and grabb the thick tope that was on the ground, preparing themselves for try and pull toward theur side. "A game of strenght." they say this is, try to make the other team fall to the ground by pulling.

Ragnar is abour to give the sign for the game to start, and you see Sihtric preparing himself with a smirk on his face.