The first shipment of season always brought out the best and worst in people. Who cared though as long as the mead kept flowing, which it did, Ragnarson the elder ensured that. The younger Ragnarson was there as well. Eddval always accompanied his father whenever he left the castle at Reykjaa. There were many who would see Christer dead for things he had done, villages he had plundered, lands he had taken, and lives he had enslaved. Such was the way Christer expanded his influence and production of the golden liquid all of Midvinter desired.
There was much merriment, violence, and reckless dancing to make any Valkyr feel at home. In the halls of the main city however, it was in abundance. Many would see it as a distraction. Eddval's two brothers did. Sven and William had found themselves a pair of twin brunettes to dance with for the evening, and knowing them, likely more. Christer was with a few other chieftains he had know since chikdhood, and his two twin sisters Olga and Freya were with others their age making flower crowns and fighting with wooden swords.
Eddval sat at the table with his father, the only of his brothers remotely interested in taking over as village chieftain some day. Blue eyes were anywhere but where they should have been. In fact they fell the last place anyone of his position would have allowed them to. Eddval's gaze rested on a young slave girl his father had acquired when he "annexed" the small village of Húsavik. Her parents had not been able to afford their land debt, so Christer took their oldest daughter instead. That was three years ago, and since the first day Eddval had seen [member="Saga Björk"] his eyes had always known where to find her in a room.
