It's A.D. 900, Jarl Harald sits in his longhouse in the middle of the city Skaalland, Denmark.

"By Odin... the older I get, the more boring my life is becoming."

Jarl Harald mumbles to himself as he twirls his pagan dagger around. His wife had already passed, his children are running around Skaalland unprompted. He's just exhausted and wishes for the God's to bring him something new. Some adventure, something to invest his time in.