Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150318011410/@comment-5583506-20150320021708

"Well, hello there!" chuckled the plump woman and gave Perdix a breathtaking slap in his back with her big palm. "It was the least we could do. Clan Ghost-Wolf and Clan Ghost Oak have always seen eye to eye on matters. And if these furballs think that they can leave us thick-headed carpenters out in our forests while they are having a blast fighting draugr, they will have to rethink their strategy. Aint that right, Thur?"

"Yes, mother", said Thurismund in agreement without as much as moving a facial muscle.

"Dammit, Thur", said Ebba. "Don't mope. There is to be a wedding! How come you never have one? It might do you some good."

The tall Nord rolled with his eyes and emptied his chalice.

"You will have to excuse my son, to-be-Patriarch", she shrugged. "He is a tricky one to get to. But he is fierce and loyal, only two good things he got from his father."