What a great honor, no what a blessing! The good old God, Odin, had given him the responsibility to spread the news? How great was that that! Excitement already filled his lungs, heart, and mind, ready to do just as Odin said. He would make the man proud of him, and as Odin got up to leave once more, Styrbjörn rushed back to the center of the tables and looked at everyone. This was going to be a glorious moment indeed.

With a great leap, the man jumped up onto the table and looked over at everyone, "Ah Fellow comrades!" He cheered and hollered, although it seemed nobody shared his enthusiasim, probably due to them thinking he was getting up on the table to cause another commotion, well partly he was, but no, this time it was different, he was spreading the greatest news of all. "It seems that the thirst of our hungry souls shall be quenched! We shall be off and battle soon, from the lips of Odin himself!"

Everyone cheered, a nice battle cry coming from the majority of them, "Fellow Vikings, it will be our time to rise once again as the greatest warriors of the Earth, and show how strong we really are!" His hand came crashing down on his chest in a loud thudding pound as he yelled vibrantly, "For Odin!" Echos from others could be heard.

Ah the joyous glee from a battle long over due, yes many a weary heart had been yearning for this day, and it was coming to them sooner than he could imagine, ah such gloriousness.