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Hey, my friend, can you

give us a ride to Osberg?

Osberg? Everyone's

going north, not east.

Kings of the Trondelag

are spending silver.

...like they have a mine of it.

Wood, iron, warriors.

Anything that can go

north for war, they buy.

What business of you in Osberg?

None of your f***ing business.

Well, can you pay?

Yeah, we can pay you in fur.

If you were virgin girls,

I'd take your fur for pay.

Come on. Give me a hand here.

Help, help, help.

- Help!

- There's something inside.

Pay no attention to

that. It's just a slave.

What the...

Hah! What manner of

man is colored yellow?

Maybe he's a Laplander or a dwarf.

Way too ugly to be an elf.

Damn you.

Enough!

Release him.

What?

You heard me. Release him.

That's the one.

Welcome to Osberg.

Did you think you could

mess with Ustus and live?

Now put your weapons down...

...and you might live to regret them words.

Smart tongues don't

waggle for long. Kill 'em.

You free me, I repay debt. We're even.

It's gotta be worth keeping the wee man.

Will you join us?

Food.

I'm looking for King Karl Redbeard.

What do you want?

Tell him that Eirick Bloodletter

of the Jomsberg's here.

...and wishes to seek his counsel.

Alcuin the wizard.

Strange man.

I never really understood

what was in his head.

Well, he's no longer

with us, as you can see.

I'm afraid you've come

a few moons too late...

...not that any of us will miss

him very much, I shouldn't think.

What happened?

A group of warriors,

Geat warriors they were...

...came to trade, not many in number.

That was the last we saw of Alcuin.

The Geats, they've taken him to Gotland.

Yes, Gotland.

They must've taken him

to their leader Heflar.

From what I understand, he's

not very fond of visitors...

...if you know what I mean.

Anyway, if you are sincere

in finding the druid Alcuin...

...then you're going to need ships.

We have a ship.

Well, then you're going to need men.

You're going to have to

cut your way through there.

Yes, here, here.

Thank you, my dear.

A pleasure as always.

Well, anyway...

...let me see what I can do to help

you gentlemen out this evening.

In the meantime, let's drink, shall we?

Ahh!

By the way...

who's your friend?

We found him.

I think he might be an elf.

But he fights like a Valkyrie.

An elf, you say. Well!

A big bastard, isn't he?

Yang Fu Sun.

Yang? Is that your name?

Eirick.

Sven.

Karl.

Eirick.

- Shh-fen. -

That's close enough.

Yang.

Strange little name

for a strange wee man.

Shh-fen.

Friends!

Friends!

Kinsmen.

Thanes.

Lords.

Good fellows all, eh?

And the rest of you bastards.

Well, we have guests.

Guests of great fame and grim repute.

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