we do not sow [raid meeting]

Dag trundled in, surprised to find himself a middle-of-the-pack arrival. He thought he'd timed himself to be fashionably late. The viking had fared alright through the eruption and ensuing cataclysmic winter; he was made of tough stuff, or so he liked to think. Mostly he'd muddled along fine, eating shit and ash when he needed to. He was glad the merry band was all back together. Although he had enjoyed the distinct lack of responsibility from this past season, he figured it was about time they got back to business as usual. Right? At least, that's why he hoped Valk had called them together.

"Ladies and gen'lman," he grunted, nodding towards the band members that had already gathered before laying down nearby. Dag was looking forward to lending Valkyrie his ear. Their cat-clawed leader had a way with words almost as unique as her fighting style.