The party had begun, and Berengar was the belle of the ball, so to speak. Yet, this was no sophisticated event thrown by a prominent German nobleman. No, this was a celebration among warriors. Those who had earned the right to enter Valhalla were few and far between, and yet Berengar stood among their ranks as they showered him with praise for his accomplishments in this life.
With a horn of mead in one hand, and a mutton chop in the other, Berengar celebrated his victorious trials with the warriors of Valhalla. Among these men were the greatest warriors the Germanic people ever created, Arminus, Merovech, Ragnar Lothbrok, Harald Hardrada, and many others, all of which stood by Berengar's side, and treated the man as if he were the greatest among them. For in a single decade, he had created an Empire that these men could only dream of.
