Hrafn-Floki and his shipmates glanced over as Fulgar Thornheim landed on the dock, his boots thudding heavily with a clop as they pressed into the stone docks underfoot. His travel from the north had been swift, the call of the horn having been heard far and wide. Along his side were his great brothers, each adorned with the trophies of their conquests, fur and bone draped across their massive, muscular frames. "Where to first?" asked one of them of Fulgar, who stared sternly into the icy landscape with glowing azure eyes. He was to see the leader of this land, but much had transpired since he last heard news of the kingdom to the south. "To the great hall", he commanded, before setting out in a steady march for the heart of the settlement. Hrafn-Floki took a mental note of Fulgar's crew, but did not seem to be particularly alarmed or threatened by them. As the new arrivals docked their vessel and started heading south into the mainland, Floki chuckled and went back to work, carving runes into the prow of his own longship. The other viking shipbuilders and sailors were also busy, and worked around Fulgar Thornheim's crew, paying little attention to them. Fulgar's crew seemed to just blend right in as they made their way past the shipyard and headed south towards the boat-shaped mead hall. Angradi the Whaler would approach Hrafn-Floki, setting a wooden crate full of fishing supplies down on the dock. "Who was that?" he asked curiously. "I don't know who they are. I've never seen them before," replied Floki as he brushed the saw dust off of one of his elaborate Jellinge style carvings. "We've brought too many people with us Floki, we can not all settle here" Angradi the Whaler commented. "I do not plan to settle here," Floki responded, never stopping his task to turn around. "Where will you go?" Angradi asked. Floki paused for a second, scratching his partially balding head with his seax. "I haven't decided yet. Wherever the gods lead me to go, that is where I will go." Angradi just shook his head, picked up his fishing crate and went back to work. Floki chuckled again before working on the Seamaiden once more, making sure that all of the ropes and lines were untangled for her next voyage. The docks were very busy with heavy traffic in and out as Floki's crew rushed to meet Prince Ivar's expectations in a timely manner. Something like the sound of thunder could be heard coming from the thick greyish clouds overhead.