Put an end to it.

"Why are you taking so long?!" The voice of Halfdan the Mad Dog could be heard blasting through the air, and before Tjorvi could react to anything - the giant's axe hit right in the face of that poor monk. He dropped down to the floor, lifeless, and the farmer looked over at the man who had just stolen away his first glance of glory. His first chance of proving himself to be worth something on the battlefield. He hadn't lost the battle, but the moment wasn't as glorious as it was supposed to be. He could see how Halfdan was grinning softly. Clearly, he was still holding quite a grudge against Tjorvi for insulting him back in Yogsta. It was an incredibly crude way of retaliation, but none of the other Vikings were going to stand up to him - that much was clear.

"Let's raid this place and get out of here! The monk has been dealt with, no thanks to the boy." One of the pups chuckled out loudly. Despite being younger than Tjorvi, there was a clear disrespecting way when he spat out the word boy. The farmer grunted as he couldn't make a big deal out of it - maybe one day, he would have to deal with Halfdan but that wasn't going to be for a long, long time...

Unlike their heroic comrade, the rest of the monks seemed to be gone. They must've fled into the woods. Perhaps they would just wait out the attack, or perhaps they would keep going until they stumbled onto some help. Either way, the monastery seemed small so there couldn't be too much of them. And there wasn't too much inside either other than some silver relics, some materials, and quite some wine in the cellar. Everything remotely useful was taken, but it wasn't much. Not enough to return to Norway, and Bjor didn't seem to mad about it. Why would they want to get lucky during their first raid, when there was so much more to explore in these lands? So much more to explore..