Jarl Ragnar was about to speak when the newest of the members to the table spoke. He had to calm himself as he almost slammed a mug down on the table at the mention of her placing on the council. Looking over to Jarl Henrik he attempted to catch his gaze and remind him silently of the deals made before the Moot. Despite being a new member to the table Jarl Ragnar had used his 'friends' to secure a lot of information about this women. She was devious and cunning, traits he admired and had himself. He knew her strengths and they would mean she was after the post of Spy-Master. A post he desired himself.

[i]Curse the bitch, it seems I must lay myself low earlier than expected to protect my interests.[/i] He thought.

"Jarl Henrik, your words have assured me of the positive directions you would take Norsia. I will be swearing my fealty and vote to you. In hopes that together, as a nation, we may grow and become closer. Heading eacothers advice and council."