Salgard and his brother managed to sneak into Vestfold upon nightfall but they were famous Vikings.
Any seasoned warrior would recognize them right away prompting them to smear their face in dirt and wear ragged clothes with a hooded cloak just like one would see on a street beggar.
They knew they needed no attention whatsoever but their army was on standby outside.
They knew that they couldn't rush into the Kingdom or the casualties they would be incurred would be anything but minimal.
"What now, brother?" Frøygard asked as they hid in an abandoned house, it was barely standing up but every Kingdom had sections where the homeless made their own.
Salgard had taken note of this when he was here earlier, it was an insignificant piece of information then but it could make all the difference now.
Salgard was calm and collected, he had learned a thing or two with his time-fighting in Northumbria with the great Ragnar.