Svojrn’s band had been marching since day break and just come over a small glen. Over the hill in the distance, a castle could be made out. The scouts had went in other directions as the primary warband headed East further into Saxony.
As they grew closer to the castle, minor defenses could be seen and Svjorn decided they would raid it at mid-day by the sun. A small prayer was said to Odin and the horn blew signaling the start of the raid.
The feeble guards at the gate were fell easily and the conscripts for infantry were dispatched with haste. His party lost no men as they approached the main tower. Livestock darted around the main courtyard and the peasants all cowered at the sight of the viking invaders.
Svjorn lead the way up the winding stairs to the castle keep, finding no resistance along the way. When he entered the great hall, it was covered with great tapestries and ornately carved tables and chairs. A huge chandelier hung from the ceiling, candles flickering in the wind.