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Peasant – Lvl 3

416 XP

Finally Baldur returns to the meadhall, exhausted he slams the door open so that everybody notices him. "I told you that he would come back!" Say´s Lief.
Elam
Distinguished citizen – Lvl 7

2372 XP

Gauk was siting in the corner telling storys of his travels " They were five agains me alone, i took my sword and I trew it at the leader, the bastar fell and i ran to grab the sword and the leaders axe." He stoped. " Well ye know how tis mey end mates, as ye can see that im still alive." He drinks from his horn and stands up "Where ye going?" Asked one of the men. " To get some fresh air mate." he awnserd and walked out of the meadhall
Lorder
Peasant – Lvl 3

416 XP

Baldur walk up to his father and Wulfgard. "When are we leaving?" Baldur asks.
Elam
Distinguished citizen – Lvl 7

2372 XP

Gauk-Tis not long til we leave. Gauk awnserd his question and looks at the man. Gauk- Yer, half drunk fool, yer better lai a litle of the mead boy, other wise you'll be of no use for us agains the dragon beast.
Thyrlif
Peasant – Lvl 3

190 XP

“Did someone say dragon?”

A scruffy, little man seemed to just appear out of nowhere and mingled into the conversation as if he owned the place.

“Excuse me for interrupting your discussion there, but did my ears deceive me or did I hear something about a dragon?”

Now, most true Vikings would say he had the looks of an old man dressed up as an old woman. He was easily a head length smaller than any other person in the room and nearly twice as slender. Unlike most other men he didn’t wear animal skins or armor. He simply whore a dull brown robe and a dark green woolen scarf around his frail neck. nor did he carry a sword, and axe or hammer, only a small dagger and a large satchel filled with papyrus, a few feathers, ink, herbs and several books.

As the crowd seemed rather surprised by his sudden appearance, looks and what not. The man strangely looked perfectly at ease. As his initial question was met with no response he whipped his sweaty hand to his shirt and extended it.

“Allow me to introduce myself; Henk Spycker of Francia Orientalis, Scholar, healer and expert when it comes to all things Dragon like, or Draconic as they say in Latin.”

The weird little man spoke as a broad smile appeared upon his almost comic face.

Updated 24 April 2012 (22:52)

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