He motions to the remaining vikings as he calls out their names. "-Is my oldest little brother, Towerfall." I am Fortress Hadon and this-", he slaps the back of the minion to his right. The other men already begin tearing into the food using utensils I mistook for pitchforks and machetes. While old red-beard sits at one end of the table, he motions for me to sit at the other end while his minions- though some of them are larger than he- sit along the lengthy sides of it.
The others follow in a single file towards a long table set by the plane.Īs I draw close, I see that the table is adorned by food of every kind atop plates the size of hubcaps. He turns to his comrades and gives them a knowing smile.
"It is every fault of yours", he continues with pride. Old red beard sneers as he grills me and sticks his chest out as if I had just bowed down before him. It is every fault of mine." Maybe trying to appease their ego (especially since they look down on women) would diffuse their manner.
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