Stavanger Bay Swearing Fealty

"the old man that was at death's door" I think Mordred and Ragnar are the same age (3) > ->

He waited patiently, storm gray eyes watching the bulls above as they soared on the upstarts created by the sea. The knight wondered if the seagulls that scavenged here had ever made the journey to his homeland Albion. By the seas where rain was abundant and storms were commonplace.

The Jarl came, scars and all, nose wrinkling. Mordred took no offense; he must smell horrendous. A few days of coughing up blood and bile will do that to you. His head bent low, reverently as the platinum male grew closer. "I am, sir."