Haakon tried to hide the fact that he was gritting his teeth. It had been weeks since they had seen land, and they certainly need a resupply and a dry place to sleep. On the other hand, time was not on the side of the raiders. The choice was obvious, but Haakon knew the answer would come back to haunt him.

"I accept you're offer, and I thank you for your generosity." Haakon said with a bow. He turned to Snorri. "Tell the men we are moving out. Put five of them on guard duty at the ship, and the rest come with us. I'm sure you know what to tell them regarding hospitality." Snorri nodded, and walked back to his men. Snorri was a long time raider, and he would tell the men the ground rules. 

After Snorri left, Haakon turned to his host. "I am called Haakon, son of Harald, Jarl of Runhiem. If you could honor me with your name, so that we may be friends."