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Ulfrik Æinridisson had gotten to the inn fairly early. He had arrived a day early and rented a room at the inn. Leaving his spear and shield in said room, he only had his axe and seax on his person. Dressed in brown linen trousers, and a white linen shirt, with a wolf pelt cloak over the top, he was dressed for a meeting with friends, not expecting a fight. Leaning against the bar, he ordered another tankard of mead. placing another three silver coins on the counter. [color=brown]"If you keep drinking at this rate, you'll be out of coin."[/color] Ulfrik chortled. [color=crimson]"Ain't you heard, friend? I'm going raiding."[/color] He said a little too loudly, as he took the tankard he had just paid for. Taking a swig he smiled at the barkeep. [color=crimson]"So, either I come back with enough riches to make this seem like pocket change, or I meet Odin in Valhalla, and drink from endless mead."[/color] He took a couple steps back and raised his glass. [color=crimson]"Skålll![/color] He said as he raised his glass before taking another sip. 
Ulfrik turned to see which new friends could be made.