Stavanger Bay Swearing Fealty

Ragnar didn't know Mordred, and the necessity to state what was obvious just in case the message hadn't, initially gotten across. Whether Mordred took insult to it — or anyone else that Ragnar had spoken those words to, for that matter — took offense to it or not was their own issue. Ragnar was just doing his job and sometimes that included saying the most obvious things so that there were no misunderstandings in the future, despite it's redundancy. I am well versed at taking care of a pack during the winter months, A plus side, as far as the platinum colored Jarl could see, of having been born and raised in the frigid temperatures of the North. Then it should be no issue, Unless someone was hunting him, even though accepting Mordred into Stavanger Bay sort of meant that he was Ragnar's responsibility to protect from the winter and from his enemies lest they live still. Very well, Ragnar drew in a soft breath. Welcome to Stavanger Bay, then, Mordred, For a moment Ragnar was silent, clinging to his pause as he dwelled upon his consideration. Perhaps a good place to start would be to help my Queen Wife replenish the stores she used to heal you. It was a suggestion and Mordred wasn't obligated to do it, though it would, admittedly, make him look better in the harsh Viking's eyes.

After all, winter was coming and medicines and food would be in short supplies, soon.

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