Erik Runecarver was moved very little by the trading of barbs and speeches, as he kept a stoic demeanor through the exchanges. Tension did build up eventually, and in the end the Jarl was tightening his hands into fists, as he restrained his temper upon the display. Such was the way of Northerners, half blind by blood and pride to see what was set upon them. Definitely, Daigon's standoffish attidude did not help at all. The Coward might have been good at strategies, but like many foolish men, he could not resist the temptation to trade barbs should people show vindictiviness towards him.

And, with his moniker, what else could be expected? His eyes wandered over the display of Varvudda clansmen and those in his sphere of influence, after lingering for a bit on the stance of the Broken Hammer and associates. Damned pride. He eyed Erlendr, which was growing a little too comfortable already with his new role. But his words were true to an extent. The Moot was divided, and clans were leaving, so he coughed a little. One last thing could be done, on his part to sway the opinion.

"Jarl Erlendr. You shall have my support, but you would do well to remember that no one came to this moot to be [i]insulted[/i]. The north clans have reasons for their reticence, and Varvudda prefers to pay in blood than in gold." He paused briefly, trying let such a statement sink before continuing. "However, for those who do not see reason to come in aid, I shall add yet another one. The weapons of the Vault of Secrets will be given to all clans that participate in this joint effort." Erik said eyeing the Witch Queen, his supporter in the shadow, a subtle nod confirming his stance.

"Ichor-forged steel, of the finest quality and craftmanship."  He added, his eyes scanning the room. Maybe the big clans would not be impressed, but perhaps he could yank a few of the small ones, when offered a weapon that was closer to relics of the Ancients than proper tools of war.