Visitors?

The mist was still playing tricks , the far headland looked strange to Sven`s eyes but right in front of him were the much heralded reinforcements.

 A Fearsome looking bunch, Berserks, Archers, a ragged shieldwall and a small group of captives, A scribe and his accompanying monks plus a young girl holding a Globe.
   This was worth a closer look, but ever the host, first mead must be served, ale quaffed and stories told.