[center][h1]Kingdom of Skræling[/h1][/center]
[center][h3]Castle Svertingsson, City of Geirvor, Burordalr[/h3][/center]

The capital of Skræling was a buzz with activity, as the morning shone over the kingdom of the north beyond the mountains that bordered them to the south. The capital was almost as busy as a colony of bees as various peoples ranging from the typical Svellgotar both male and female mingled with one another as well with their Alfr brethren in the capital. Today was the current meeting of the various clan leaders and the Hargramr to discuss clan decisions that needed to be made from trade, boundary disputes, and other issues that troubled the kingdom. In the center of the city was a well fortified castle that sat high amongst the already tiered city. Inside of it was the hustle and bustle of the many dukes, counts, and clan heads inside.

Inside the grand hall of Castle Svertingsson the long table of the clans were currently full with all the heads of the clans and divisions of the kingdom were sat discussing. At the head of the table sat the Hargramr, King of all Kings, Clans, King of Skræling. The Hargramr was a large man in height and in size as well as he sat in the rather ornate chair that had been passed throughout the various former kings. The chair had remained in the city of Geirvor for the past one hundred years thanks to his forefather's actions in the past. The man at the front of the table was a red haired and bearded man by the name of Njal Svertingsson.

He looked out across the table watching the other clans continue their chats for the day, he was seen as the deciding factor in all discussions if a compromise could not be met by either sides. Down the line he watched as his fellow Svellgotar speak to one another. It was a common place for issues to be solved by a fight or brawl in the earlier days both during and before the empire had fallen. He simply kept his eyes on those who spoke, he had a few clans leaders who were less than cordial with him due to decisions he had to make. But, that came with the politics of clans.

However, the kingdom had been in almost a decade of peace with the current borders and raiding policies they had in place. But, Njal knew the peace would not last forever with the disparity of riches between clans. Especially with raids south of the mountains into the former elven empire. Njal would have to deal with this sooner or later, before the elves in the south could actually unite and fight back. Though, he knew they would not be ignorant enough to attack them or go on the offensive, it was a waiting game at this point.