"...none of you have mentioned Bjorn... what, you don't want to meet him?"
Ulf paused, lowering his mug of ale. "I heard that he is ruling Calais now... but why didn't he come to see us?"
After hearing such words, Ragnar frowned, letting out a heavy sigh. "Father... he is ruling a massive trading hub and a newly captured city, and you want him to just get in here? Calais is the gateway to Francia. It is packed full of foreign merchants, mercenaries, and angry local lords."
"...truthfully, Bjorn sent me a message a few weeks ago saying that I must get you here safely... and he will get in here if I send another highly capable man to defend the city in his place."
"That boy was always too stubborn for his own good." Ulf laughed loudly, "He probably thinks the whole city will burn to ashes if he closes his eyes for ten minutes."
