Hrothgar was a bad-ass kinglet from the olden days. Somewheres up in Scandinavia, he presided over a meadhall--a place for Vikings to get all liquored up on homebrew and start bashing each other. Unless there were another enemy handy, in which case the boys would make short work of the foe, drunk with courage. Or rather courageous with drink.

I'd like to build me a meadhall some day.

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