I find Eirikr. "Thank you for the welcome. I just have to tell you something - as long as I am sober, I am what you might call clumsy. So please, in order for me to do my best at whatever jobs or fighting is needed, is it possible to keep me well supplied with ale, bier or mead? Or all of them. Once I have several large horns of bier or mead in my belly, I am a fomidable fighter with this axe of mine. I will do my best, anyway, but my best is incredibly better when I am on the way to being drunk! And I am less likely to chop holes in the boat, or my companions."