Gesturing for you to follow, Eldarin leads you to the Feast Hall. There is the smell of wood burning lightly waif through the air. The sounds of a meal being taken echoes through the stone corridor. Entering the Feast Hall you see a group of large men partaking in meal and conversation. The only distraction to the meal is a young flaxen hair lad, attempting to hold his own, while is much larger companions teased him. Unlike the others at the table, the flaxen-haired lad is small of build in comparison to his brothers in arms. You faintly hear "Charrk the Often Dead" in reference to the young lad.
"So, my friend, you are interested in Clan Ivarr are you. As was I when I first heard of them. There", pointing to the large men, "is Clan Ivarr." One of the men notices you and walks over to introduce himself. Though large in body, his demeanor is that of a gentle giant. Though he gives off the impression that this is not a man you want mad at you. A dark mane of hair crowns his head and, unlike some of his fellows, he is clean-shaven. Even in a state of rest, he and his brothers in arms wear matching armor made of leather and metal rings.
After introducing himself, he begins his tale...
Clan Ivarr was traveling to wage a siege on their most recent target. They stopped to camp for the night when a mysterious mist enveloped the Viking camp. When the mists cleared, they found the land vastly different from the mountains they had camped in. Instead they found themselves wandering though a forest. The strange mists had carried Clan Ivarr into the Kingdom of Avalon.