With the look the viking gave Aquari it was clear that her language was just has lost on him as his was on her. Aquari looked to the sea. She looked back at the viking. Slowly she took a few steps towards the sea as she made a gesture with her fingers that looked like walking. "I am just going to walk to the sea." Aquari said her hand making a wave motion. Engöll watched cautiously, quirking his eyebrows in confusion. What a strange individual, he thought quietly to himself as Aquari took off and started heading back down towards the sea. "Hvað? Litla stelpa, bíddu! Sjórinn er hættu--" Engöll Corysson was suddenly interrupted. "Engöll, what in Odin's beard are you doing?" Jarl Hethel asked, walking up over the grassy hill towards him with a look of curiosity.
"I thought I told you to wait inside," the jarl said as he stepped up on top of the slope. Hethel Svensson had not noticed Aquari at all as she took off and disappeared towards the sea. Engöll turned his head to look at Hethel, then back towards the beach. "There was a little girl here just a second ago," he replied, looking for Aquari again. "A little girl? Out here? In the middle of nowhere? I think you need to sleep my friend. Your mind will play games with your eyes out here. Come, we have new business to discuss" the jarl said before heading towards the great hall. Engöll would take one last glance back at the waves before putting his arrow away and turning to follow the jarl through the wooden fence to their encampment.
By now, the other viking ulfhednar were beginning to wake up. Hethel and Engoll entered the large open hall just in time to see Fudørn, Stryder, and the others getting motivated. The vikings would lite a fire and eat a seafood breakfast before going to work. Hethel debriefed all of them on their current situation and gave each of them a specific task to do. "Fudørn, you will be in charge while I am gone," Hethel said abruptly as the vikings were going about their different jobs within the camp. "Gone? Wait, what? Where are you going?" the wise man asked. "There is something I must do," Hethel said while grabbing his heavy wolfskin coat and fur snowcap. "Take care of the gang for me and look after the ship. She's your responsibility now," he said before opening the doors and leaving the great hall in a hurry. "Wait! What about the--" Fudørn never finished his sentence before the doors slammed closed.
Hethel grabbed his spear again, using it as a walking stick as he headed off by himself towards the Exalted Mountains...
"I thought I told you to wait inside," the jarl said as he stepped up on top of the slope. Hethel Svensson had not noticed Aquari at all as she took off and disappeared towards the sea. Engöll turned his head to look at Hethel, then back towards the beach. "There was a little girl here just a second ago," he replied, looking for Aquari again. "A little girl? Out here? In the middle of nowhere? I think you need to sleep my friend. Your mind will play games with your eyes out here. Come, we have new business to discuss" the jarl said before heading towards the great hall. Engöll would take one last glance back at the waves before putting his arrow away and turning to follow the jarl through the wooden fence to their encampment.
By now, the other viking ulfhednar were beginning to wake up. Hethel and Engoll entered the large open hall just in time to see Fudørn, Stryder, and the others getting motivated. The vikings would lite a fire and eat a seafood breakfast before going to work. Hethel debriefed all of them on their current situation and gave each of them a specific task to do. "Fudørn, you will be in charge while I am gone," Hethel said abruptly as the vikings were going about their different jobs within the camp. "Gone? Wait, what? Where are you going?" the wise man asked. "There is something I must do," Hethel said while grabbing his heavy wolfskin coat and fur snowcap. "Take care of the gang for me and look after the ship. She's your responsibility now," he said before opening the doors and leaving the great hall in a hurry. "Wait! What about the--" Fudørn never finished his sentence before the doors slammed closed.
Hethel grabbed his spear again, using it as a walking stick as he headed off by himself towards the Exalted Mountains...