[b]Henrik Havarr of Tyr[/b]

While he stood, Henrik mused on whether the support for him was indeed overwhelming, or rather opposition to him non-existent. He braved the articulate words of the [b]Jarless Eyildr[/b] with a stern face. Few could match the wise prowess of her, but in the end it was apparent that she had relinquished and offered her support. Second to speak was the Jarless of Ashfall, [b]Jarless Myriane Ashgold[/b]. Her words too were graceful, an apparent debutant to the Jarlmoot -- she too had found her thoughts measured, but not wanting and her support was just.

When she spoke directly to him, he met her gaze and listened intently. When she was finished, he exchanged a firm nod; but as to what end that meant was unclear. He remained standing, and his eyes instead lingered to the monk, Otrygg.