Stavanger Bay Bless this morning year

“Við gleymum ekki börn. Virðing er mikilvæg. Jafnvel óvinir okkar verðskulda það.” It was a soft chide in his native tongue, but also an important life lesson all in one neat little package. He would repeat it to them as often as needed to make sure that he drilled it into their heads. As their father, it was his job to make sure they were better men than he, even if, Floki's cryptic warning ended up being true; that one day he would hate them for being better than he. Even so, then he had completed his job as their father. Appeased when both of his sons greeted Peregrine in turn, Ragnar allowed his attention to go back to the Plateau's Alpha Male when he spoke once more. “We are called Stavanger Bay,” The native Old Norse word rolled off his tongue easily, much more better than any common tongue word he spoke with his sometimes hindering accent.

“As she has became family to us,” Ragnar looked at Junior when he spoke that with a warm smile towards the little Shield Maiden in training. “Junior is always welcome here. I will be sure to let my wolves know that she has the freedom to come into our lands at her leisure,” It was a rare gift. An extremely rare gift coming from Ragnar who was assertively territorial. He trusted the girl not to abuse it. “We will be holding a festival of sorts soon, if Junior would like and it is okay with you, she is invited to join us.” If Peregrine inquired the nature of the festival Ragnar would be honest, just as he was with his wolves. That it required the sacrifice of a couple different animals (though he conventionality let out the wolf part intending to do that far away from pack lands despite that it would be a complete stranger he would offer). In the end, Ragnar was not willing to take from the Gods without giving something back in return.