The bickering between the two men left Geirlaug less than impressed. As far as she could tell, they were completely concerned with the Salished Empire, a group of people she had never actually met, and who had fucked who in the past. Not literally, but the general idea was there. Once again, the Clans who warred with the Pale-Ones and gave these spoiled fools the peace they needed to bicker, were being forgotten and taken for granted. 

For as long as Geirlaug could remember, her people had nominally nodded their head to the High King. No great taxes were paid from the north and no great numbers of warriors ever answered the call to war. Those along the snowline could spare little from their own struggles against the elements and the beasts that lurked in the darkness. It was enough to make her begin laughing out loud but she contained her homourless mirth as the Coward stabbed accusations at the Jarl of Sentinel. When at last he turned away and back toward the assembled Jarls she stood, glaring about the room.

"The Broken Hammer owe nothing to either of you, nor indeed to the High Queen. This Throne," She gestured at the dais. "Has ever been happy to take our gold, demand our warriors, and yet we have fought the Pale-Ones without a finger lifted by any of you to help."

There were growls of agreement from several other Jarls who lived along the tundra, among them Jarl Caiside Maedoc of the Brazen Sword Clan. The others, like those who had supported Evar, were small Clans whose support was mostly noise. 

Geirlaug had not raised her voice, nor did she need to. Her sheer size was enough to demand respect from a gathering almost predominantly male. 

"The Broken Hammer will not bend a knee to either Jarl Evar or Jarl Erlender. We will do what we always have, live, fight, survive." She sneered at the little men in front of her. "Perhaps you to will survive if you can keep from stabbing each other in the back. We will part ways when this Moot has finished but you will see no support from me or mine."

Jarl Caiside Maedoc rose to his feet as she finished speaking and swept his gaze across the crowd. "The Brazen Sword Clan supports its Broken Hammer allies. Neither of you will see any support from us."

A half dozen smaller Clans stood and declared the same, all of them from the Tundra region and well within the Broken Hammer sphere of influence.