Give Me More

“It is my honor, Katja.” Hárekr was pleased with himself for the success of his mission and it tickled the fire of ambition in his stomach, a fickle flame that blazed and smoldered and dwindled with the seasons. Hárekr never intended to be anything other than a Thegn. However, with the recent developments he wondered if Yfir could benefit from a new Stallari. He wasn’t sure that he’d proven himself enough yet in the arts of battle. He’d shown his cunning and persistence in hunting down Vereux but he had no significant battles yet to adorn him. No honors. He needed it, he craved it and he would make his desires known. When Katja opened the þing to the others Hárekr would step confidently forward. “Dróttin I hope you do not find this to bold of me but I wish to try for the rank of Stallari. With Laufey indisposed and a potential thread on our borders would it not be beneficial? I am tenacious, you know this and my recent successful mission is testimony to this yes? Test my skills in battle and if you find me insufficient I will continue to work on my skills. I understand we have more Stallari than Thegn but please consider it.” Hárekr felt he had a good chance but the only problem was when Laufey recovered, and no doubt he would, there would be more Stallari than Thegn’s…. and that might not sit well in the pack. It would create an imbalance. They needed to recruit. Yfir was slowly slipping through the cracks.