Hear me, Tyr!Hakon's voice cut through the murk of the battlefield as he thrust his bloodied sword skyward.
Today, I have spilled blood in your name, honored you with the courage of my heart and the strength of my arm!
This... is a gift,Hakon murmured, his voice a mix of wonder and conviction, his gaze fixed on the swirling skies above.
A gift from Tyr himself, a reward for our valor!
We shall return home as more than conquerors,Hakon declared to his followers, his voice steady and commanding.
For we carry back not only spoils, but a sign of divine favor. Let all who see know that we are blessed by the gods!
Tell me, what name does my prize bear? By what title shall I call you, precious one?