When the pair of the entered the great hall, Haakon had noticed Snorri sitting next to where Haakon was supposed to be. The jarl shot his thane the best "we need to talk later" look and sat down into seat next to the chieftain. When Aibhilin took her own seat and mentioned that her father got competitive when drunk, Haakon nodded. "I'll keep that in mind, although now I feel like I should have brought my sword."

The feast went fairly well, and Haakon found the chieftain's company very enjoyable. The older man reminded him a lot of his father, in that he always had a good story or two for any occasion. And they were all entertaining once the mead started to flow. Haakon drank well, but did his level-headed best not to drink too much. He noticed that Snorri was trying to not get too tipsy. When they had a quiet moment, Haakon turned to Snorri.

"I had a dream this morning. It may have been a vision from Odin." At this Snorri put his tankard down. They were both reverent men, and Snorri had been around for long enough to know that visions from the gods were best not ignored. Haakon then explained everything. Over the din of the party, he hoped that no one could hear him.