"And with this, Bjorn, lend us your strength. Aid us in the war to come and kill the one who dares use your name for himself. Help us slay the one who claims to be your sister. And with this request, we promise to face death proud." The man at the center stage raised his arms, as he took a dagger high in the sky. Clasping it with both hands, he stabbed down, killing a small goat.
The blood fell off the stage and as it hit the snow, he smiled and looked at the crowd. "Tonight. We feast, in Bjorn's name. And when you are finished, cowardice can not remain or you will forever be trapped with Floki."
The man grabbed a mug of beer at the side. It was tradition to always drink after a ceremony to Bjorn as it could always be the final. "SKAL!" The man lifted his mug and took the first drink, everyone followed on afterward as they all began to talk and celebrate. Halvar walked up to Sven who downed his mug. "Everything is ready. Our men for the most part are separated from Oluf's."
