Stone Circle when the laurel grows heavy on your brow

ᚦ — draugr tilts his head.

the way this one speaks... not like a warrior. like a seer. like someone who listens more than he fights. his words—too soft for warhall. too smooth for stone. yet, draugr hears truth behind it. or madness. sometimes, they sound the same.

he snorts. one swing of tail. not mockery. thought.

sings to you, hm? his voice is gravel. then maybe land calls you. maybe gods send echo through steinn—stone. ef þú heyrir, þú skalt svara—if you hear, you shall answer.

you come for banner? or for place under it?