[b]Henrik Havarr of Týr[/b].

"[i]Aye,[/i]" he mused, "[i]I've seen many winters. But whether my bountiful reign be long or short, we are a people steeped in laws and tradition. The Jarlmoot has long served the people of Norsia before any of us yet breathed, and the Jarlmoot will stand long after we are gone[/i]."

Henrik did not sense discord, but felt the Jarless' questions were valid. Henrik mulled for a moment, his goblet still in hand. "[i]But does a King serve because his service will be long, or rather because it will be just? Take my age not at the expense, but rather the benefit of this great kingdom. Long have I stood over the squabbles of coin and war beside King Beron the Great, and I have seen what the ambitions of younger men might bring with a crown. I wish instead to return Norsia to it's true and former glory before I am called home to Valhalla[/i]." Satisfied with his own answer, Henrik wiped an arm across his beard embellished chin and gulped the rest of his goblet down.