Bran

Ivar's uncle, and the man who truly holds the winter fishing grounds. He means to pass the jarl's seat to the next man.

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A winter fishery only runs if the numbers add up. So does a nephew.

This is the only hall where chains are wound around the foot of the high seat. It always bothers me that it's the first thing guests see.

WilbaIf it bothered you, you should have cleared it away long ago.
BranClear it, and think about who'd miss it come this winter.
IvarUncle, that chain is mine.
BranThat's exactly why I worry.

A bone calendar can't lie. Whether twenty days are left, or nineteen, only the one counting knows.

HaldraWhat you're counting isn't days.
BranYou're always a step ahead of me, Priestess.
KetilIt's nineteen! I crossed one off this morning.
IngeborgWhy is it you crossing them off.

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