*Erik*
I finish flaying the sorry excuse for a Jarl. It’s sloppy and was a bit more complex than I anticipated, but it will do. I leave him tied up and nail his skin to one of the posts he’s tied to- a warning for anyone who may come after us.
“Let’s raid and celebrate. Take anything you like. We’ll burn it all down as we leave tomorrow.”
The men cheer and disperse. Most of them lived here before so they know where things will be and where they can find the best of what they desire. Me, though… I’m off to search for the Jarl’s treasure. Some keep it inside the longhouse on display so everyone can see their wealth, but the smart ones- we keep it buried elsewhere for safety.
It’s never usually very far so you can get to it in an attack if needed, but with the snow and the ground
