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Despite the tragedy of the recent attack on Hedeby, spirits were beginning to lift. The once empty mead hall was once again bustling with laughter and many a story retold. A sense of normality had re-emerged and as the mead flowed the people began to forget.
Battle wasn’t something unfamiliar to Freya and though she was young, she’d seen many during their raids. She relished in the bloodshed, eagerly awaiting the opportunity to share such tales across a roaring fire. Amongst the warriors, men and women, she felt at ease. There she’d sit for hours on end enthused in all their stories, mellowed by the mead that flowed. This evening was of no exception.
“That will be your 7th horn of ale.” She muttered out with an amused smile, handing her own over for her companion to fill as well as their own. “It seems I have some catching up to do.”
