Stone Circle Bellow until out of breath

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ᚦ — he is called.
the northman rises. sandstone eyes narrow, upon the wounded body of a young boy. young, but large. draugr steps forward—each step a thud like an oath. seeking with eyes to know who he is, but no recollection is found. the jarl hefts his weight down the hill he had stood upon.
coming before askell. “i hear you, áskell.” he raises a foreleg; he shows a paw. bidding that he hush, and hear words that pose from the mouth of the stone circle's new king.
his breath misting in the spring, morning cold.
the young warrior trembles, upon the brink of collapse. he is expected with silent eyes to remain standing; weakness could not be abated. but question comes in the raise of brow, the twitch of flaring nostrils as he inhales and commits scent to memory. hvernig veistu nafnið á draugr af níunda barrinu?