[b] [u]Algrim Whitemane,
The night before the summit[/b] [/u]
Algrim and his entourage stood before the great gates of Sky haven. Slowly, it shifted aside at their presence with a creak of protest that was accompanied only by the grumblings and grunts of those on the other side of the gate pulling it open for the house's entrance. Armoured guards looked down from the ramparts above, each clutching their weapons to bare as they watched the "barbarians" below.
Algrim looked up at the night sky, the day was coming to a close just as the celebrations had a few hours before. Part of him was glad, for he was in no mood fit for celebrations. He had since dismounted the stone steed and now stood on his own two feet, casting his gaze back to the gates and the guards above, he looked at each of their faces, [I] Fear. [/I] he saw in their eyes as he returned their gaze. After a few seconds of a silent standstill, he dropped his glance back to the gates, they where now open. 

The first to step across the threshold, from dirt to stone. Algrim walked, the tanned soles of his shoes clapping against the cobblestone below. The streets were now empty, bar the odd cloaked traveller or guards bearing their torches aloft as they strolled the street. When all that followed him had gathered within the courtyard, bathed in the shadow of the gate behind them. Algrim turned on his heel to face them.
"Now, I know the day is old and the celebrations have passed. For this I apologise, but go now and spend your pay, whether it be in a tavern below the benches or within the warm embrace of a women. This night is yours to spend." Algrim spoke somewhat joyfully to the gathered men who had assured his journey here, was a safe one. 
He watched as each departed from the group, going off to explore this new city in which they found themselves until only the Druid Malakai, Brutus and 4 men remained, each clad in finery becoming of a noble and clad in a chain shirt over a fine cloth shirt, a sword hung at their side within a scabbard. These where the Oathsworn, each had sworn an oath to protect the War Chief Algrim. Algrim himself, was clad in a fine cloak covering a boiled leather chest piece and a white pelt of a beast covered his shoulders, a sign within House Whitemane that he was the Head of House. 

The group of seven, made their way towards the palace unmolested, a much needed rest awaited them after all the formalities and handing over of weapons was done...

[b] [u] Day of the Summit [/u] [/b] 

Algrim sat on the throne, his face that of neutrality or perhaps boredom as he watched those whom represented the many houses of Eledyn bicker amongst themselves. Behind him, a statue in Lorem Whitemane's likeness stood, clad in the furs of animals, he held a spear outstretched towards the center of the room. 
As the summit proceeded, he found himself frowning at the words of James's Conrad, the whole realm in the hands of a Conrad, who knows what such a man would do with such power. If rumour's were to be held as truth, he had tried to bribe a few of the houses the night prior, more reason to not allow the man the position of power he lusted for.
Algrim then found himself nodding at the words of House Benedikt, who showed reason and thought behind his words. 
Remaining his façade of neutrality, Algrim remained silent throughout the whole Summit. Simply watching until it's end, and then leaving the capital as soon as possible.