Sun Mote Copse conflagration

Saga still seemed disappointed, but not so much as she had before. Her small smile drew an answering one from Ragna, and in the end she had still helped this niece of hers on her journey. The girl mused aloud about her path forward. Ragna said nothing, she had already given her counsel. She held Szymon in high regard. He was the closest to a viking she had come across in these wilds, beyond her own family.

Perhaps it was providence that led Saga to Ragna, but Ragna was more likely to believe in chance. Go now, she said. Be at peace. I will be here when you return, and I will tell you all I know. Rumors and fairytales, she thought bitterly, but at least she had those. They had come to the other side of the copse, and before them was free territory. The distance to the shore was not far. Go north, and you bring with you my best wishes, she said, and said no more.