Dawnlark Plains I can't hear it now

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ᚦ — draugr does not care enough to notice the tension that ripples in the jaw and muscles of the northman at his side. eyes turned indefinitely to the direction of the distant elk herd, tasting their scent upon a pallid tongue; then letting eyes drift to the northmost mountain which he spoke of.
a tall peak in the distance, past great evergreens. thoughtful hum in his throat as he digests this information; along with the noted he, turning questioning look then to the man.
mm. það er ekkert þess virði að eiga brúður ef hún vinnur hana ekki í blóðsúthellingum. já? nostrils flaring, thinking, for what the man has said implies there is a goblin atop a mountain hoarding away many women. perhaps draugr would go and he would return to steinhaugr with more than one wife.
a greedy grin at the possibility.
segðu mér nafn þitt, kappi. ég er draugr af níunda barrinu. jarl of warhall, til suðaustanvinda.