Eirik the steward looked down at Bóthilda. He had admitted many men and women to the castle, and at least half of them had left before the end of the day. He didn't like it, and the newcomers put a strain on the castle's own folk. In the end, though, it was his job. "Like everyone else these days, young lady. But as per the Earl's orders, I am to direct you to the castle yard. The thanes and the newcomers are already there. Find the thane named Hadvar Arnsgeirsson and introduce yourself, he welcomes the newcomers to the retinue and will show you around. He has one good eye and at least six feet five tall, you'll probably won't miss him. But I bet you won't make it past noon." Eirik shifted his attention to the next waiters. "Now, what do we have here?"