Aulfr leaned back a bit, and watched the Oberjarl out of the corner of his eye. The man seemed interested, a little smug, a little pleased, as if expecting his brute to wipe the floor with his heir's new pet. And it gave Aulfr great pleasure to see that smirk wiped off his face as surely as his brute was wiped out. Aulfr waited for her to let the man fall to the floor, and he gave a few polite claps, chuckling at the nervous, antsy audience.

"Good show, Fourth Devil. It seems that her skills are as true as I said they were, no?" He smiled at the jarls and higher ranking soldiers, those renowned enough to be allowed in. He smiled even wider when several of them, whom he knew to be weak in their faith in the Oberjarl, nodded hesitantly. Beside him, the Bjorn's face was strained, trying to force a smile, clapping unevenly. He was a big man, but he was graying in the hair and slowing down in the limb- Aulfr wanted to challenge the man here and now, and be done with it. 

But no. He had too many supporters, even he accepted that he couldn't beat half of them working together. And so he let the meal continue in strained silence, until eventually the Oberjarl thanked everyone for coming, and dismissed them.

Back in his room, he turned on Rayt after locking the doors, a great smile on his face. "Alright Rayt, I'll give you a target. Head on out tonight and get some reconnaissance on the man you beat senseless- magnificent job, by the way!" He punched the air, as if imagining beating the man up himself- even though he'd never use such a sloppy form in an actual fight. 

"Hah! His reputation is ruined. Once I've got everything in place, and a list of all his contacts- your job- You can take the man down and his associated criminals, and then we can start setting up shop!"

He strode over to the window, and stared happily down at the courtyard, where archers were practicing. Then he glanced down at his outfit, and tore off all the garishly colorful stuff, leaving him in just his pants. He tossed the clothing aside, like he usually did with everything, and put his hands on his hips. Then he resumed staring down at the archers, content with his progress- for now.