Ivar

Svein's cousin and head of the spearmen. Every day he comes right up to the door to say the prisoner's throat should be traded for the winter.

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I haven't forgotten a single thing this tribe has lost.

When spring comes, this ship goes out. Last winter one oar went empty, and I still haven't filled that seat.

TorgilUm, that seat - could I take it? No, never mind, I didn't ask, please forget I said that.
IvarAn oar belongs to whoever takes it. Take it scared, and the water knows first.
HelgaThe reason you can't fill that seat isn't arithmetic. It's something else.

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I'll notch the price of that smile onto the tally stick too.
Bjorn's post 14d ago
I'm the one who talks prices here, old woman.
Helga's post 14d ago
Don't go carrying useless talk around.
Signy's post 14d ago
We're watching where that hand stays too.
Ragna's post 14d ago

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