[Salone]

"Honor? That you would grace me with mortal instruments in contest for my mortal coil? Perhaps so. It would give a mere man such as I a chance."

He frowned, taking Ogier's reply as a slight insult that someone would have to handicap themselves so he would be on even footing with an adversary. Ylnjor waved the servant away, not caring for the bitter poison that passed for a drink.

"None for me. Were I to partake, I would surely dishearten Charlemagne as I beat his men down in my drunkeness. I accept both invitations. I could use the practice before Valhalla calls me."

He grinned again, trying not to laugh as the thought of thumping heads threatened to excite him.