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The preparations for the shellfish was taking a bit. They didn't want to spit up their sand, and Tyr knew they had sand in them. Was impossible for them not to given he picked them up out of the sand and tide pools. So he was going to have to settle on the crabs for his meal and save them for...

Thankfully the new bear was friendlier than most gathered here. Birch bark tucked under his left arm while the hatchet was still held in his right hand. His grip suggested less any worry of being attacked and more a general sense of comfort to have a tool in hand. The norseman glanced back...

The birch trees had plenty of extra bark for Tyr to strip away. It was thick, sappy, and required little effort to obtain. These were good birch trees. The pitch he was going to extract from them should be high quality as well. Perhaps it would help ease the nordenfiir's minds a bit knowing he...

So there were birch trees around them. How had he not noticed before? Could blame all the bears and boars, but was just a case of idle neglect on his part to pay attention. Good knowing they were here though. Now he just needed to get moving onto his idea. But before he did anything, the...

The norseman remained quiet as he waited for the person in charge to decide on things. It was obvious how this would go. His new friend Gylfi Runarsson alone could unravel the whole tale. A group of nordenfiir taking the word of a norseman was unlikely, as it also would be the other way around...

The norseman followed his new nordenfiir "friend" back to his camp. What met them was a very clear sight that explained itself: a boar had ripped through the camp. Another fellow was riding atop it, but it seemed the boar wasn't tamed. Likely the one on top would be in big trouble for this...

The nordenfiir seemed irritated, but knowledgeable. Between his first and second comments it wasn't hard to piece together he was a local. One who didn't appreciate outsiders stomping around his kind's land. Rather typical of a response from a nordenfiir. At least Gylfi was honorable enough not...

Tyrfingr just probed the firewood with a stick after the curt no. A question followed soon and he could feel the nordenfiir's suspicious gaze burning into him like a heated poker searing runes into wood. The answer was simple and innocent so no reason to lie. Not that he was likely to be...

Boars. Lake. Fish. Trees. Stone. Boars.... Tyr's mind had become preoccupied with what was around here to use for crafting. Normally the range of his thoughts would be wider and tighter knit like a bait fish net, but it was currently blighted by his anxious feelings about his current...

Most saw the different callings in life to be fundamentally different from each other. A hunter sought prey. A woodsman foraged the treasure of the forest. A sailor dared the seas. A craftsman created tools and trinkets from the raw elements. But they were not so different from each other. All...

Out to the beach the norseman had gone and so out on the beach was where he found himself. It was littered with shells as far as the eye could see. But these shells were not all empty. Just as many were still attached to their other half in life as the two had parted one another. But this...

The deal was made. Seashells for coin. Tyrfingr could easily handle that. Not like he was asked to retrieve pearls from giant oysters or wrestle a nordenfiir to the ground. Those would be difficult, although glorious, tasks to complete. But right now wasn't about glory. Right now it was about...

This man was odd. Not just because of him being an elf. It was the way he behaved and seemed to skirt honesty. There was something he wasn't saying about how he was going to make a profit from what Tyrfingr brought to him. Trade secret perhaps? The norseman frowned slightly. Not at the man but...

Tyrfingr raised a brow at the elven man. The talk concerned potential work to make coins. It seemed to involve his skills that he mentioned. The issue was what would be asked of him. Certainly he needed coin or bartering materials if he wanted to eat and have an indoor place to sleep that night...

So the stranger was an Eastern dark elf it seems. Interesting. First time Tyr ever met one. What really got his attention though was the mention of them being a trader and silversmith. Good, fine ways of life the elf had there. He could respect it. With a friendly smile Tyr said, "Tyrfingr...