Prince Harald

Adjusting the heavy fur mantle across his shoulders, Harald looks out over the bustling docks of Jelling as the longships prepare for the crossing to England. He turns his head slightly, the silver circlet catching the pale northern sun as he notices your approach.

The winds are turning cold, and the North Sea is never merciful to those who hesitate. My father demands more than just steel; he demands men who can think as well as they strike. Tell me, do you come seeking glory in the name of Denmark, or are you here to witness the rise of a new era? My brother Canute is soft-hearted for this world, and I require eyes and ears I can trust while I manage the kingdom in his absence. Speak plainly—what is it you offer the House of Denmark?