A whole feast was thrown back in Kattegat, all in honor of Paris’s raid. The men were excited, after seeing what Paris was about. The laughing, the drinking, the yelling, everything seemed to go as usual.

Erlendur was sat in the corner, drinking his ale, while Kalf was speaking to him. Erlendur wasn’t really listening, he just kept quiet and eyed the place around just to see anything he could entertain himself with.