Stavanger Bay I'm not playing anymore now i'll win

Tveir didn't say much on his father's surprise. As far as he knew this was all okay, his mother put on a pretty face and made it seem fine. So to him as child it was fine, it was okay to have two wives, even if one was a little unhappy about it, but she wasn't a viking by birth. His mother told them that, he just shrugged and moved on to the next thing.

Tveir tried the name out on his tongue Eitri. It was a little bit harder, but he got it on the first try. He shook his head, his large ears batting either side as he listened or more or less thought. He did not know why his mother was so insistent on siblings things, perhaps when he was older and he realized the truth of his parentage he would understand then, but until then. He just figured it was his mother being well a mother.

Tveir was a lot like his mother it was true, but as he grew he found he was a little more rigid in his beliefs than she was. He did not give an inch so someone could take a mile. And it would be hard his first time to kill another, but if it came to the protection of his own, well then he would attack first ask questions later. Tveir tilted his head and nodded okay then i'll just work hard. it was that simple to the boy. Work hard, no holes barred do you best and never quit. He would have to be that way if he wished to keep up with his brother.