The chief, his son, and Ania had stayed with Sir Theodore.

The rest of the Barbarians were escorted to their quarters by jester, who was worried about the task he had been given knowing that this was sure to be great fun for the entire castle. All of the northerners talked amongst themselves, speaking in their native language, which left the fool with nothing as to a clue to what they were saying amongst each other.

All he could do was continue to walk with them, turning corners in the castle and showing the Northerners the two rooms that were theirs. Apparently Sir Theodore had told him to hold a room separate for the chief and his son, though that girl that had traveled along with the nomads was to have her own room, that decision was made by jester himself, he would find someplace for her.

"Excuse me sirs, Half of you will have to go into the room to the left, the rest of you are down the hall on the right, does everyone know how to leave this castle again? Also does everyone know the castle well enough now?" He asked, using his louder voice.

The barbarians looked at him and nodded, they could understand most of what he was saying though they only spoke their mother tongue, in which one asked what was with the Boys hat causing the ones who understood him to burst out into laughter. They soon split up into two different groups and started to unpack their belongings; it was odd to see so many different furs and jewelry in the same place and it reminded jester of one of the traveling merchant fairs.

The fool left the men to their troubles as they continued to un-pack and headed back to the kings room, sure that it was better than not knowing what the Northerners were saying to each other.

The king by now was a bit on edge, memories of the bad days from his child hood streaming in clear as a bell. The presence of the chief reminded him strongly of someone, he could not place his mind on it, but he could have sworn to god that he had seen that man somewhere before.

Before his mind could go any further, someone new managed to enter the throne room. It was Magnus, Gunthers father, and as to why he was here, only the king probably knew.

"Magnus, great timing!" the king said "The barbarians have arrived from the north, I am sure that you would like this opportunity to trade with them"

"Why yes, your grace, I would like to thank you for informing me off these tribesman" Magnus said, his eyes looking over at the three northerners in the room. When he looked over at one though his interest in them sparked a bit. There was a lovely woman among them, young and graceful, very lean from the looks of her. Maybe he could use her, he was on the market, and one of his family stature would be able to provide lots of money, surely the chief would talk about money.

"Well then, why don't you and the chief along with Sir Theodore, and talk about this more so, the rest of you can leave my quarters now"

"Well then, every one please leave, Dubrez and Magnus you can go with me"

Dubrez nodded and looked at his son and ania, he spoke in his native language to them.

"Eric, go back to the others and make sure everyone is alright, go now" He said, Eric nodded and then left to go find the others in the castle.

"Ania, I want you to get to know the other knights, will you do this for me while I go talk to the others?"

Ania nodded and smiled "Yes Chief Dubrez!"

The chief gave a glance over to the two and continued walking with his friend on one side and this stranger on the other, money was not really his thing, did not care for it much at all but that king sure did look suspicious of his tribe members, very on edge all the time so if it was better to strengthen the trust of the king by trading with this merchant than he would.

The trio left the throne room and started to talk about the good that Dubrez had brought along with his tribe and how much money he could get for it and the regular things a merchant would talk about.

"and how many furs do you have, if you are willing to part with them I am sure they would fetch a lot in the market!"

"I am sure they would, but do you know what the furs mean to our village?"

Magnus laughed a bit, on this inside though he could have cared less what they meant to the village, all he really wanted to know was if those wares were in tact and able to be sold.

"Well I am sure that your furs would sell wonderfully among our kingdom, for all the effort you have put in to getting them I am sure the price would be worth your while"

"Then I can see which ones we would be willing to trade, is there anything else you want to know or ask me"

"Why yes, it seems that you have your own girl warrior among you! Is she as strong as the rest of your tribe?"

"She is, Maybe stronger than Sir Theo's Knights, isn't that right Theo?" Dubrez said, laughing his booming laugh at the end of his sentence.

"Well we will have to see with that now wont we Old friend!" Sir Theodore said, a grin appearing on his face.

"But she is the pride of my village, a real gift, and I will have her marry my son if all goes according to plan, I am sure that a girl like her could have a very good heir to the Tribe"

"Oh, is she from one of your tribes heroic families then?" Magnus said, though he swore that he had no chance with the female warrior.

"Not exactly, but this you don't need to know about now do you, you are just a merchant now, when would you like to come by for the furs, me and sir Theo must talk now, so if you would be so kind as to go on your way after this I would very much appreciate it."

"very well, I will have my son come for them tomorrow" He said, leaving the room shortly after.

"God" Dubrez said after the merchant had left "all he wants is money, how could he even think about anything else…even the lowest member of our tribe has more respect for an item than just how much it is worth"