At Ravensthorpe, Eivor talked about pledging to Eurvicscire with Randvi.
Eivor:What awaits in Eurvicscire?
Randvi:Halfdan Ragnarsson, Conqueror of the North, sends his greeting. He wishes to meet with Eivor Wolf-Kissed personally.
Eivor:Halfdan Jarl. I have heard the man's name so often, I feel as though I know him already.
Randvi:He is currently tangled in a war with the Picts of the northern hills. I suspect he wants your council. Or your axe. If you are keen to meet him, he asks that you join him at his war camp. I have the location here.
Eivor pledged to Eurvicscire.
Eivor:I will go at once.
Randvi:With caution, Eivor. Eurvicscire is currently at war with the Picts, a proud clan that lives just beyond the Romanwall.
Eivor left Randvi and once again sailed and rode north of Mercia into the kingdom of Northumbria, entering Eurvicscire proper and proceeded to Anlaf's Lookout. When she arrived, Eivor noted the outpost was abandoned in a hurry and looked around.
Eivor:Signs of battle.
Eivor investigating the bodies and signs of battle around the outpost
As Eivor investigated, she noticed bodies and blood around.
Eivor:Hard fought on both sides.
Atop the outpost's main viewpoint, Eivor found two notes.
Guard's Scribble
Too many travelers have vanished near the waterfall for my liking.
Halfdan:Eivor, yes. Down in Mercia. Kingmaker with my brothers Ivarr and Ubba. And Finnr in East Anglia. From the tales I hear, I feared you might be taller.
Eivor:That's not a fear you feel often, I imagine.
Halfdan:So you answered my summons. But the timing is poor as you can see. Too many here are spent ... battle-sore ... thirsty. Faravid. Have your men build field pyres for the dead.
Faravid:At once, my jarl.
Halfdan hinting to speak with Eivor privately
As Faravid left, Halfdan's demeanor changed as he whispered to Eivor.
Halfdan:Not here. Not now.
Eivor nodded as Halfdan left.
Halfdan:Then to Donecaestre for a victory feast!
Faravid came back to talk with Eivor.
Faravid:The oldest son of Ragnar Lothbrok, so he says. What do you make of him?
Eivor:Heroic display. He makes a powerful first impression.
Faravid:Just the way he likes it. Welcome to Eurvicscire, friend.
Eivor:Well met, Faravid. I was hoping your jarl would be as welcoming. But I suppose I must earn his trust.
Eivor:Kings and jarls, bishops and earls, I've met them all. Halfdan is but a man like all the rest.
Faravid:He conquered East Anglia, took Northumbria for his own, and sacked Lunden. What warrior could claim more?
Eivor:Winning battles is easy. It's winning trust that brings an end of war.
Halfdan:What I think does not matter. I'm interested in what his men think of him. Is he honest, trustworthy, loyal?
Faravid:Is that why you've come here? To earn Halfdan's trust? To find a seat at his table?
Eivor:I have my own table. What I want is a bond of friendship between the new lords of England.
Faravid took his leave as Eivor looked at Donecaestre, her next destination. Faravid ordered his men to follow Halfdan's previous command.
Faravid:You heard the jarl. Take the gear and start digging.
Before leaving, Eivor could speak to Faravid once more.
Faravid:He's at Donecaestre, the towering castle by the river.
Eivor then left and descended the mountain to meet with Halfdan. As she arrived at Donecaestre, Eivor marvelled at the fortress.
Eivor:The Roman giants outdid themselves with this fortress.
Within the settlement grounds, Eivor wondered where Halfdan might be.
Eivor:Where would Halfdan Jarl hold court?
Eivor ascended the steps to the castle of Donecaestre, where a feast full of activities took place. In the entryway, she overheard a nun consoling a patron.
Anglo-Saxon Man 1:Please, Lady Moira. My wife grows ill.
Moira:I will attend to her soon, I promise. But Halfdan needs me now.
Eivor may have taken some time to speak to Moira.
Eivor speaking to Moira, Halfdan's healer
Eivor:Are you a nun? I thought nuns dressed like geese.
Moira:Nothing of the sort. I am Moira of Wyke, Halfdan's herbalist. He is an ill man, and I do what I can to give succor and hope.
Eivor:I saw him fight. He was in fine health then.
Moira:Thanks in part to my soothing tonics. Would you pardon me?
Eivor caught sight of King Ricsige speaking to Halfdan
Eivor entered the main audience chamber to meet Halfdan, King Ricsige was already arguing with him.
Halfdan:We crush them in spring. No sooner. That is the plan.
Ricsige:Yet my people suffer day by day—
Halfdan:Your people? Do you rule a shadow kingdom under my nose?
Ricsige:Our people suffer from these brutal winter raids.
Eivor then joined the conversation.
Halfdan sending Ricsige away
Ricsige:This war must end, that is my first concern. The time to strike is—
Halfdan:Is when I say we strike. Halfdan's hammer protects this land. Tell my people that, King Ricsige.
Halfdan ordered King Ricsige to take leave.
Ricsige:As you wish, my lord.
King Ricsige took leave and passed by Eivor. Halfdan looked over to her.
Halfdan:Who is this? Come closer.
Eivor:Halfdan Ragnarsson. My sword-arm answers your call.
Halfdan:Thank you for your tribute, Eivor Wolf-Kissed. Your battles and deeds are well known to me.
Eivor smiled at the renowned jarl's praise.
Halfdan:And you are the Hero of Jorvik, so sing my skalds.
Faravid walked into the conversation.
Faravid:Not just any hero. Eivor brought order to the city when King Ricsige could not.
Halfdan:You gifted my silver to the karls and ceorls of Jorvik.
Eivor:To men and women who needed it most.
Halfdan:A foolish choice. The coin never left King Ricsige's treasury.
Faravid:The silver Eivor recovered there now pays for our war with the Picts.
Halfdan shook his head.
Halfdan:It is wasted fighting Picts. It should be put to better use.
Eivor:I try never to regret the decisions I make in a time of war.
Halfdan:Agreed. To second guess ourselves would only stall the victory. I don't regret sending Faravid to lead our strike against the Picts... in spite of Eivor winning the day.
Faravid:Eivor and I felled them, Halfdan Jarl, so you could sweep in, stab a few cold corpses, and claim a glorious victory.
Halfdan stood menacingly in response to Faravid's remark, then broke into laughter.
Halfdan:Old friend, your jests hit like Odin's spear, always on the mark.
Faravid:I would not be here without your hammer, great jarl. Please accept this, your share of the loot we won today.
Faravid handed Halfdan an ornate goblet.
Halfdan:A thing of beauty. Frankish, I believe. What do you think, Eivor?
Eivor:A fine piece of work, fit for the lips of a king.
Halfdan:Or a man who makes kings.
Eivor:A cup is a cup. What matters is the brew that sloshes inside.
Halfdan nodded in agreement.
Eivor:Wine goblets are for Roman kneelers. Give me a horn of mead any day.
Halfdan nodded in agreement.
Halfdan:There's wisdom in the one, Faravid.
Faravid nodded.
Faravid:By your leave, lord, I must return to my forward camp. It's a long, cold ride.
Halfdan nodded as Faravid left.
Halfdan:A two-faced, smirking glory hound...
Eivor:My lord, in your summons you said—
Halfdan asking Eivor to meet him atop of the tower
Halfdan:Shhh, not here, not now. Dance, sing, and fill yourself with ale, then meet me atop this tower of stone.
Eivor nodded.
Halfdan:There I will weave a tale of friendship and treachery. A tale as old as the world.
Halfdan took his leave as Eivor mingled with the occupants of Donecaestre.
Eivor may have tried to speak with Halfdan as he walked, though he was not ready to speak yet.
Halfdan:Not here. Let's get away from envious ears.
Eivor participated in some of the activities Halfdan indicated while he made his way to the top of the castle.
In the main audience chamber, Eivor found a group a dancers and joined them briefly. In the side entry hall, Eivor overheard a comment from one of Halfdan's warriors about the war.
Norse Warrior 3:Only a fool makes a long war in winter.
Outside on the ramparts, Eivor overheard a woman commenting on Halfdan's drink of choice.
Norse Warrior 4:He should drink good honest mead, not that bitter Frankish wine.
Down below, Eivor found an Anglo-Saxon soldier brawling in a makeshift fighting ring. She approached him.
Anglo-Saxon Soldier 1:You? Care to test the speed of your fists?
Eivor:Fair warning, ceorl. My fists have hammered nails and strangled sharks. Still care to brawl?
Anglo-Saxon Soldier 1:Swift and strong you may be. It's the one most righteous who wins the fight.
Eivor fist-fought the feast brawler, who used a series of rapid strikes and poisoned fists to gain an edge.
Eivor:You fought well, warrior. But here your legend ends, bound to no name.
Eivor:Feeble.
Upstairs, Eivor spoke with a woman near a table where a man played Orlog.
Anglo-Saxon Soldier 2:Here, Dane. Try your luck at throwing bones.
Eivor:My luck overspills like the ocean's tide. Only fate will keep me from winning.
Anglo-Saxon Soldier 2:Then come and see! What fate do these dice hold for you?
Eivor accepted the Orlog challenge.
On the balcony outside from the Orlog player, Eivor joined a man for a drinking contest.
Norse Man 1:Warrior! You can swing an axe, but can you lift a horn?
Eivor:As Thor swallowed the ocean, I can lift many horns and drain them too.
Norse Man 1:A bold claim! I'll drink to that.
Eivor completed the drinking contest.
If Eivor completed all of the activities, she realized how much time had passed since her arrival.
Eivor:I've put off Halfdan for too long. Atop the tower of stone, he said.
Eivor looked around a busy table upstairs and found a note to Halfdan's staff.
Servant's Scribble
Mildreth dear,
Have a care when you serve Lord Halfdan. He grows wroth at the slightest thing these days and rages at all.
Last fortnight, he had a poor server tossed into a pig-sty for spilling a dash of wine out of his bloody unicorn's horn.
Further upstairs, Eivor overheard Ricsige conversing with one of his soldiers.
Ricsige:How true! I shall send a strongly worded note in protest.
Eivor:Gold is good and battle better, but glory never dies. Forever it lives in the hall of heroes, high on valor's steed.
Halfdan:Together, we have conquered. Together with my friends, my clan. Faravid above all others. One sword is not an army, Eivor. Even a hero needs loyal friends. I have never lost sight of that. Never!
Eivor:Have you room for one more among those you call friend?
Halfdan:What does friendship mean to you, Eivor?
Eivor:Friendship goes beyond words. It is a solemn bond, a chain unbroken.
Halfdan:Spoken like the volur. It is indeed a kind of magic.
Eivor:You wriggle like an eel in a basket, Halfdan. What has caught you?
Eivor:It's but a name for an alliance. What matters is keeping your oath.
Halfdan:A hard way to see the world. Hard, but fair.
Eivor:You wriggle like an eel in a basket, Halfdan. What has caught you?
Eivor:You wriggle like an eel in a basket, Halfdan. What has caught you?
Halfdan doubting Faravid's loyalty
Halfdan:Friendship can also spoil, like rotten meat. After all these years, he dares to bite my hand.
Eivor:Faravid? He seems a good and loyal man.
Halfdan:Seems, yes. As a bright sky in winter seems warm. But rumors fly of little men plotting treason in the dark.
Eivor:Have you proof of his treachery?
Halfdan:Not yet. That is where you enter my saga. Prove this for me. Discover if Faravid has been disloyal. Then we shall talk of oaths.
Eivor:Start me somewhere. Give me something to go on.
Halfdan:You see this? From a sea unicorn. I filter my mead and wine with it.
Eivor:I've heard of such beasts. They swim below the ice, beyond the world's edge.
Halfdan:And their horns protect against poison.
Eivor:You believe Faravid wants to poison you?
Halfdan:I fear he has tried. Countless times. And failed them all. You don't believe me, but I know the man. His gifts of wine. His easy smile. His envy. His plots. Learn the truth. Dig up... unearth this treason.
Eivor agreeing to Halfdan's request
Eivor:Why trust me with such a task?
Halfdan:Jorvik. You stopped the ill deeds of Audun and his swarm of rats. You can do the same here.
Eivor:Like a good sword, honor has two edges. I'll help you.
Halfdan:Faravid has left the feast already, heading for his camp upriver. Join his war band. And behind his back, dig.
Eivor:And if I find nothing? If he's a good and loyal man?
Halfdan:Even better, even better.
Eivor:Fair enough. I will find what I find, then return, my friend.
Eivor took her leave as Halfdan reiterated caution.
Halfdan:Don't let Faravid fool you. He's hiding something.
The only practical purpose of the four activities—dancing, the Orlog game, the drinking contest, and the fist fight—are simply to buy time for Halfdan's and Beonton's actors to walk from their starting positions to Halfdan's bedchamber. Beonton lags behind Halfdan when this process begins, thus it is possible to not get Halfdan's mutterings to the dog before he will speak to Eivor properly. Of the activities, the Orlog game, drinking contest, and fist fight do a partial "reset" of the castle and instantly move Halfdan and Beonton to the top floor. None of the activities are truly required—win or lose—if players simply wait long enough, and it is possible to quit out of the Orlog game and drinking contest and have them still count as "completed." Lastly, these activities can all be completed before ever talking to Halfdan and Faravid together, and Eivor's line of dialogue will still reference the top of the stone tower. For the purposes of this page, the memory has been arranged in the assumption that all activities are completed after talking to Halfdan in the main audience chamber but before joining him up top.
Sometimes while walking in Donecaestre, lines of dialogue from Faravid and Halfdan may trigger that are not conventionally triggered until Honor Has Two Edges and Road to Hamartia, when they briefly follow Eivor as allied NPCs.
The boundaries of the fist fight activity extend past the edge of the nearby low wall to the lower level of the castle. Thus, it is possible to knock the feast brawler over this wall with finished combos in its direction, letting fall damage grant an instant victory. This works regardless of difficulty setting. On this note, Eivor's win and lose comments are simply pulled from world events in other shires.