Unsk, North of Indeholm
The small town of Unsk had become a popular trading settlement. The pass through to the west began just a few miles to the north, and the road south connected several ports in the summer.
Whilst several cultures used the outpost, the mead hall was a particularly Norden affair.
Tonje sat at a table, horn in hand. She sat close enough to listen to the tales, but not so close that any would think her a part of the group.
She preferred poetry and the old stories, but a group was boasting of their recent encounter and toasting to those lost. That was worth listening to as well.
She cheered at heroics, lifted her horn for a fallen nordenfiir.
"...and then we had to run from a whole clan of frost trolls on the way back down the pass."
Tonje tilted her head to one side.
"That's close."
"Shouldn't be that close."
Tonje stood up.
"Frost trolls below Hardell's Stone?" She asked directly.
"Yes, you don't doubt.." one of the adventurers replied, clearly concerned that she was about to challenge the tale.
"They should not be so far down," Tonje said slowly.
"That's why we should..."
"No." Her interruption was harsh. A hush fell. In the quiet someone could be heard whispering to another, explaining who she was. "Frost trolls do not want to be so far south in summer. It does not suite them. I speak troll. I will find out what has sent them down the mountain."
"Good! Join our party!"
"No. You join me. If you want to."
OOC/ feeling like a bit of viking horror, feel free to hop in, Nord or otherwise
The small town of Unsk had become a popular trading settlement. The pass through to the west began just a few miles to the north, and the road south connected several ports in the summer.
Whilst several cultures used the outpost, the mead hall was a particularly Norden affair.
Tonje sat at a table, horn in hand. She sat close enough to listen to the tales, but not so close that any would think her a part of the group.
She preferred poetry and the old stories, but a group was boasting of their recent encounter and toasting to those lost. That was worth listening to as well.
She cheered at heroics, lifted her horn for a fallen nordenfiir.
"...and then we had to run from a whole clan of frost trolls on the way back down the pass."
Tonje tilted her head to one side.
"That's close."
"Shouldn't be that close."
Tonje stood up.
"Frost trolls below Hardell's Stone?" She asked directly.
"Yes, you don't doubt.." one of the adventurers replied, clearly concerned that she was about to challenge the tale.
"They should not be so far down," Tonje said slowly.
"That's why we should..."
"No." Her interruption was harsh. A hush fell. In the quiet someone could be heard whispering to another, explaining who she was. "Frost trolls do not want to be so far south in summer. It does not suite them. I speak troll. I will find out what has sent them down the mountain."
"Good! Join our party!"
"No. You join me. If you want to."
OOC/ feeling like a bit of viking horror, feel free to hop in, Nord or otherwise
