The esteemed lords were nowhere to be found at the dinner table – Hargen had to drink beer and eat porridge in the company of ordinary soldiers. After the meal, he is escorted to the marshal, the constable, and Jarl Sigurd. The gentlemen are drinking wine early in the morning – judging by their faces, the hangover is just beginning to subside.
– Don't be shy, – Geoffroy hands a goblet to the berserker. – We have about a month to prepare for the expedition, and that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Do you have any matters that require your attention? If not, the time until departure can be devoted to either preparation – Constable Raimund has offered to help the expedition members with this – or, if you wish, to less important matters. The expedition is quite expensive for us, and we cannot afford to provide everyone with the best equipment, but if you help, you will not be left without a reward.
–Thank you, – the berserker accepts the goblet and moistens his philosophical reflections with sweet drink. – Apart from observing the festivities unfolding in the city, I have no other matters. I am ready to help in any way I can and in whatever is needed.