Halfrida

The horn weighs more than silver. If a sack's count is off, that's my mistake, but if this horn passes out of order, the whole winter goes wrong.

• Old SkaptiI know the song of the winter that horn was first carved. Give me a cup and I'll sing it all the way through.
  HalfridaHalf a cup. I'll measure the song's length and pay the other half after.
• BirnaI've warmed water for washing the horn. Don't touch it with frozen hands.

There has never been a winter that came in with twelve sacks of salt and left the count showing eleven. Four fingers of winter remain, and I still recite the sacks before I recite anyone's name.

• TorketTell me who took it. I'll put them off the ship myself.
  HalfridaNo sack is missing. What's missing is the helmsman's temper.
• BirnaOne sack is in my kitchen. You'd point fingers before you'd even count.