At the mention of dragon scales they had Travis' attention along with everyone else in the Great Hall. Before Travis could even take the scale to inspect it, several vikings hurried over and one snatched it from Dagur. They clustered together to look at it, muttering amongst themselves.

"You have a deal," an older man announced suddenly.

"Marc you can't decide such things," Travis snapped. He snatched the scale from the man who spoke and looked at it. "I am the chief. I am the one who makes the final decision."

"Bah," Marc said. "That's just an honorary position. The council has final say."

"There is a council?" Iris asked. This was the first she heard about that. "Oh really?"

"I was going to mention it later," Travis muttered. "Ahem. Yes. We have a council that makes decisions for the tribe. The senior craftsman of each trade on the island represents his or her people. If we need to make a life changing decision, let's say allying with a crazy warrior tribe, we would gather to vote on it."

"Which is why we were eavesdropping on you youngsters," an old, old skinny woman said. She looked like a strong breeze would carry her away. "Travis there does all the posturing while we just listen in and make our own decisions based on what is told."

"You need craftsmen, new blood, and we need something new and interesting to keep us entertained," Marc said firmly. "We all agree. This is an acceptable agreement. This will bring the traders running in."

"Currently we have two barrels full," Iris said. "One with white and grey scales and the other with purple. Enigma here won't have anymore white until next year." They all looked at the lounging dragon as one. It would have been funny if the circumstances were different.

"Perfect," another man, this was looked older than the woman, said shakily. "Too much and it will flood the market. We can ease these in, create a higher demand." A couple of other old men and women began to mutter with him.

"I guess my purpose is done," Travis grumbled. "The council has decided, unanimously it seems."

"Aye," they said together.

"So let's get to writing an agreement." He looked tired like this happened often without him getting a word.

"I don't like being tricked," Dagur drawled.

"Stop it," Iris muttered. "Don't start."

"But he lied to us," Dagur argued.

"Not exactly," Travis chimed in. Dagur glared at him and Iris sighed. "I am still the chief. I just don't have final say, I only have a vote."

"Let's discuss this later please," she said. She looked at him with pleading eyes that he tried to ignore.

"Bah! Fine. You win. Anymore lies though and you'll have to answer for them."

"Is this a bad time to mention my name isn't Travis?"

Iris grabbed Dagur's arm as he stood up while Travis laughed nervously. He quickly explained he was joking, trying to lighten the mood. Dagur simply scowled at him while Iris resisted the urge to rub her face. That was a terrible time for a joke.

One of the council members pulled out a scroll. The paper used for the scroll was beautiful, pieces of flowers blended into it. Another brought out a quill and ink pot. At their collective staring Travis sighed, grabbed the quill and scroll, and began writing.

He spoke aloud as he wrote, declaring the Icer Tribe and Berserker Tribe would become allies. Each tribe would answer the others call for aid when needed so long as the other tribe could answer the call. In the result of a war, the Icer Tribe would ally with the Berserker Tribe whichever side they took. He included the initial trade agreement that had been made just minutes before between them. This was going way faster than she thought.

Travis signed and rotated the scroll to face Dagur. He offer the now grumpy Berserker the quill, which he took with a glower, and Iris watched him sign. It felt sudden but they finally had their first ally outside of Berk.

"We don't like to dawdle," Marc said suddenly as if he read her mind. "The faster things get done with people outside our tribe the quicker they can leave."

"We can't just throw them out," the old woman argued. "They sailed all the way here. We should celebrate!"

"Then we can send them off tomorrow," another older woman added.

Iris rubbed her face finally. This whole situation was ridiculous. Here she thought her and Dagur would be here for a time trying to convince this tribe to become their ally. It only took one of Enigma's scales to get the rather greedy seeming people to join them.

"Is it just me or did this happen way to fast?" Dagur asked.

"No you're not the only one," Travis grumbled.

"Good cause I was worrying I might be going insane," Iris sighed.