Ragnar had served under Beron but had not been to a Moot before and the occasion intrigued him. The Order was something that were more stories and rumours than actual fact and he had wanted to be present at a Moot for some time. Watching Henrik put himself forward Ragnar nodded slowly. Henrik considered himself the perfect candidate, his prior relationship with Beron and the virtues he considered important being those of the old stories. He was truly a picture of the stories however Ragnar would never deny the man had problems. However what man didn't? And right now was not the time to nitpick. United Norsia survived yet already Gothra were pushing their bonds. They needed a leader and now. On the war front Henrik was a good bet. 

Sitting forward slowly ragnar took a calculated bite of a leg of chicken before sitting back 

"Before I declare my vote, Henrik. I wish too know how you aim to deal with the rising threat from Gothra. We have been at peace for many years now and Gothra have the fire of revenge burning inside of them. It will take more than some sweet hams to appease these brutes and appeasement is never a good course of action."