The clothes that his hosts had provided Haakon were well made, but seemed a little too fancy. Clothes from home were made with comfort and practicality in mind, and the idea of making complicated cloth seemed a little silly. Still, Haakon decided to make due with what he had, and anything was better than being naked. He fitted his seax to his belt, but left the rest of his belongings in the room. 

When he walked out, he saw Aibhilin standing there, arms crossed and looking a bit uncomfortable. He had no reason to apologize to this woman, but he felt obligated to do it anyway. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bawl you out like that. It's jus-" Haakon's attention was stolen by the pendant she wore around her neck. Somehow he had missed it until now. 

[i]"Odin..." was all that Haakon could muster. As the words left his mouth, the man brought out his right hand. In his fist was a gold chain, and dangling from it was what looked like a pendant. It seemed as though he wanted Haakon to take it. The Jarl reached for it, but it seemed so far away...[/i] 

It was the same pendant, it had to be. Suddenly finding himself on the wrong foot, he looked away. "Sorry. We should get going."