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he watched her, then, as she turned to face him. forneskja, he repeated. i can walk with you. his questions went unanswered, but that was alright with him.

she asked who he was, then, and he gave a polite dip of his head: i am rökkur, he said. no amount of dignity nor pride was held within his name. merely the title of a man. who are you? someone that sólhárr had taken interest in, it seemed.