Unfortunately, it takes quite a bit to get the Viking drunk, but he's a dozen horns in and feeling pretty friendly, despite maybe not looking like he is. He's scarred and tattooed, looking every bit the part of a battle-ready warrior as each son of Ragnar Lothbrok was.

Ubbe gives the guy a serious look over before a big smile spread wide across his mouth. "You want to go with the ale, my friend," he says, grabbing two cups and holding one out to him. "Not as good as where I'm from but just as strong."

He will toast the other once he has it firmly in hand.

"Skål!"