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.