King Elk Forest the reek of gods and men

it becomes easier and easier to understand the mute woman with exposure to her. draugr looks with observing, glacier eyes upon her and knows.

nei, northman responds with a gruff voice, moving to walk past her, but gesturing that she bring her bundle of herbs with.

they move from the glen and into the heart of the forest, slow-moving. a lumbering pace that draugr keeps with the muted thud of large paws above crunching, compact snow.

to her, he rumbles: it belong til all. stríðsmenn, læknar, skáld af warhall. you amongst. i jarl, but answer til the gods.

just as any true northman.