Stavanger Bay we are the warriors

Charon seemed to perk up at the idea of slaves, causing Atreyu to wave his tail a little more. It seemed they had at least one thing in common, then. He had met a captive before, back when he was first accepted into the Bay, but the encounter had been under the blanket of night and the stranger had been...off-putting to say the least. If that particular male had been released or sacrificed since then, only Ragnar knew.

"The Jarl's never told you?" Atreyu inquired, staring quizzically at the boy. He would've thought Ragnar to be eager to instil his culture within the young wolves, even though they were adopted. Maybe he reserved that for those of his own blood? Which didn't really make sense. Vikings, man. "But yeah, we have a little space for them and everything. Dunno if we have any at the moment, though."