Stone Circle who am I to say

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Gunnar had been raised by a father who gave respect when it was earned, but still felt a strong urge for respect and taught all his children this. Their mother reaffirmed such beliefs and gave them the manners with the respect. Well-rounded.

The old warrior mostly thought in terms of would she really want someone who was old, past his prime. He was no young buck. Granted in his day he had been a wild child. A viking. Warrior and strong. He had scars taht showed this. So he supposed in a way, he wore his life there. It would give any child a strong backing. But to say he was honored was an understatement.

Gunnar chuckled and dipped a muzzle to her head with a gentle touch. Then with warm eyes he moved. The topic at hand he felt was at a close. Did you find good things while you roved?