Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190505142549/@comment-17114085-20190824211743

There was many different things to eat at the feast table. The Companions had prepared cooked venison, warm loafs of bread, fresh fruits and a vegetable stew. Kal could eat to her heart's content.

(Timeskip for Kal too?)

The captain of the cog turned around. "Cursed island?" He sighed. "Baseless, superstitions. That place is just a bunch of ruins and dwarves. We can drop you off there, but we won't be waiting for you there."

He accepted their offer without much troubles, they only needed to pay for their lodgings during the trip.

The journey to Wyrmstooth was slower than usual due to the dangers of travelling through the Sea of Ghosts. Their ship faced storms that slowed their progress. Nonetheless, within the week.

The cog dropped anchor not far from the island shore. "Very, we're here. You should be able to walk onto the island from here." The captain said to Reeth and Tiskr.

It took the Companions a week to travel to Yorgrim.

The journey was rather uneventful, the ship stopped along the way to resupply. Where they stopped was at the port in lower Frosselvirk. The College loomed over the area atop its cliff.

Jofrodr wasn't particularly emotional about seeing the College again and remained on the ship waiting for the sailors to set off again.

Tannr didn't seem too bothered by the journey through the sea, but the sabercat took to staying below deck and not moving much so as to avoid feeling sick.

The ship dropped the Companions off at the town of Yorgrim.

"Let's go back to the Ylgermet. I'm sure the others are eager to have their rewards finally." Helgi said, carrying the chest.

Harald was sitting on the longtable in the Vindhelm Palace's dinning hall.

Beside him on the bench was the elder sister of Chief Oddbjǫrn Cairn-Breaker, the lady Blankiflúr. She was about Harald's age, with redish-brown hair and fair skin. She wore clothes that befit her status as the eldest daughter of the former chief of Snærgríma. She had come to the city with an envoy to try to woo the Jarl.

"Oh my." She looked flustered as she touched the twisted piece of flesh. "A dragon did this?"

Harald had told her the story of his fight with Jermulgraag and showed her one of his scars from the dragon's bite that nearly killed him. "Indeed."

"Was that its head above your throne? I noticed it when you welcomed us to the palace there." Blank asked.

"Yes it was. I brought it back as a trophey." Harald replied.

She brought a hand to her mouth. "Oh, how frightning that must have been to see such a creature. You are so brave." She complemented him.

Harald let her stroke his ego, but felt quite bored talking to this woman. She was not the first that had come in the past week to seek his approval. The first had been Skorm's sister-in-law, the lady Blóðughadda Aurriði. She was a noble from Wittestadr. Just like Blank, Blóðughadda had been appealing to the eyes, but the Jarl hadn't been interested in either of them.

''She is saying practically the same things as the other one. How boring....I'll send her away tomorrow.'' Harald thought as he ate.