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No sooner did Thorvald arrive to gather Fulgar's crew, than another rider arrived from the mainland, informing Hrafn-Floki and his shipmates of the circumstances back at the ring fort. Floki had been a good friend of Ivar's father Ragnar Lothbrok, and after King Ragnar Sigurdsson died at the hands of Christian leaders, Floki became like a second father to the young ambitious prince. Ivar Ragnarsson trusted Floki, perhaps even moreso than he trusted his own brothers. Ivar's message was fairly simple and straight forward. He was sending Floki's gang on an ambassador mission to the distant land of Siv'en, which would require one of Floki's longships. A small crew of trained warriors would accompany them as bodyguards, while the rest of Floki's crew stayed at the docks and continued to work around the shipyard. It seemed now that Floki's prayer to the gods had not gone unheard. They were going to send him on an adventure afterall. Floki chuckled and screeched with excitement, unable to control his happiness. Others around the docks looked over at the strange shipbuilder ackwardly. Most of them seemed nervous, or more serious, everyone now preparing for a possible battle on the horizon. But not Floki, not this oddball among the vikings. Floki was excited and happy, for the Seamaiden was now ready, and Floki himself would be going on another voyage to distant lands unknown. Floki sheathed his seax and hung lazily off the side of the longship, eager not only for war, but also for the great adventures ahead.