“And so she said. . .” Corraich was cut off before the punchline as a serious looking fella in armour approached the group and hailed Yohn. The armoured man introduced himself as Arthur Garskull, the Chief who's group Corraich was to join. By Northern standards Garskull didn't look like much, but he mighta been more impressive to a Southern eye. 

The Northman pushed himself to his feet the easy grace usually possessed by a born athlete. At his full height he towered over Arthur, so perhaps his description of him being a 'beast' was quite apt. 

“Way I hear it I'm gonna be at yours. You need to hear my pedigree before taking me on, or are you happy to go on chance that I know what I'm doing?” Northmen were always insanely proud of their 'pedigrees', a list of battles fought and foes vanquished that they would boast of to any one who would listen. Corraich was quite proud of his, as it was one of the most illustrious in all the North's history, but if he was going to be living under an assumed name then he would have to live under an assumed pedigree too. Shame really, as those things weren't easy to come by. Had to do a lot of foul deeds to get one like his.