[b]High King Henrik Havarr, Jarl of Tyr, Kingdom of Norsia[/b]

The King sat in silence as the Jarl's took their time to speak and deliberate. A budding statesman, Henrik understood the precedent of these decisions. There was often a very blurry line between what everybody wanted and what truly was right. Sometimes these ideals coincided, often times they did not. Henrik thought of the kingdom at large while the Jarl's spoke. He refrained from drink, despite the continued offering of servants nearby. He wished to have a clear head.

"[i]Alas, the Jarless of Ashfall has let the drink warm her bones and her words have found my ears. While we will decide a course of action between the High Elves and the Dwarves under the mountain, I have long thought of the piracy that blankets our coasts. As a boy I remember the tales of Norsian longships ruling the waves, and I think it is time to return to mastery of our own seas.[/i]" His eyes seemed to wander, until they found Koval. Henrik's eyes commanded a stern resolution that had come with the weight of a crown.

"[i]Every Jarldom will submit three of their longships to the service of the King, including my own, the Jarldom of Tyr. Marshal Koval, you have been charged with the destruction of the pirates off Norsian shores, the continued protection of our shores and the discovery and .. eradication of whatever sickly harbor these pirates continue to call home to strike our shores. It is with a trusting word that I send Marshal Koval, for I know not a better man in these lands to carry out the destruction of those who would see Norsia weakened.[/i]"

Henrik's eyes turned now away from Koval, to find softer, more remarkable features of the other Jarl's assembled as well. "[i]The emissaries of the Dwarves intrigue me. With the wisdom of the wise and coin hardened prowess of our Lord Steward, I would ask him -- and those assembled here -- what great commodities of need might we export to the Dwarves in exchange for their rare ores? Speak freely, Jarls.[/i]"