The cry from the camp distracted from reflection. It seems that Harald has drawn in the air slightly for dinner; so it is, it smells of burnt porridge. At the campfire gathered all whom Harald had persuaded in his time to go on a crazy trek north; whom he persuaded, and hired some. Only five. All experienced warriors and travelers. In daylight, they did not put up security; the dangers that are found here do not sneak up unnoticed...