"Ya. These guys are an interesting bunch that's for sure." Falk said as the group walked across the bridge into the castle. There was a small plaza, and the group walked across it to reach the inner sanctum. They walked across a large room covered in different animal hides and heads until they reached the throne room door. The guards opened the door to the throne room. It wasn't the largest throne room there was, but it was certainly quaint. A wooden throne rested at the end and there were windows across the walls so the light came through. It had a tall roof, so this area seemed to have fresher air then the rest of the castle. On the throne sat a large man. He was not fit, like the guards who stood ahead of him. In fact one could say he was simply fat. He had red ginger hair and a short red beard that covered his chubby scarred face. "SO!" Jarl Haakon belted. "You're the group of foreigners that defended my FINE city last night eh?" He asked them. "Damn right we were!" Alex put. This seemed like a strange way to address royalty. "Alex what are you doing?" Falk whispered at him. "You would talk that way to the lord of this realm?!" The Jarl interrupted. "Bend your knee to me you snowy haired prick!" He demanded.