CLXXXIX. The Volunteers

Meanwhile, Taya, who was listening to the conversation without intervening, stood up.

"Warriors of the Sons Of Freya! I'd like to make a toast here! I confess that initially, I was skeptical of the strength and determination of this young boy, who I have known since he was just a little boy with a perennially lost gaze. But incredibly, he managed to change my mind in less than 24 hours! Let's drink to Dag, the iron Alliance's new Warchief!" she said aloud, raising her mead glass again, urging everyone to do the same.

"To Dag!"

"To Dag of the Hammers Of Thor!" 

Slightly uncoordinated, everyone toasted his name. 

He stood up, smiling at Taya, who looked him in the eye, proud of him.