Vikings!
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“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)