Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190126220742/@comment-17114085-20190307222952

"You'll have time for that on the upcoming trip." Jofrodr stated.

He headed out of the shop. "I think I will go see that smith that Alla mentioned. If he is as good as I think, he might actually be able to work on Vísibani without damaging it."

He would trust such a task to Alla. She was a capable smith, but the sword was 300 years old. Capable wasn't good enough.

"The Palace of Ysgramor, aye. His descendants still rule from here." Skorm replied.

"Careful with that." Harald told the guards as they grabbed the skull to carry it into the palace. His mood had soured since coming to the palace and it only grew worse when he saw the man standing before him in the great hall.

The man looked to be in his late 40s. He had a long blonde beard and wore dark robes. He had ritual markings on the right side of his face, tattoes that denoted the Fox Cult which he was a part of.

"Olaf." Harald greeted his older brother.

High Priest Olaf looked at the dragon skull as it was carried off. "You have always been reckless, brother, but this was too much. At a time like this you can't be putting yourself in needless danger."

"It wasn't needless, a dragon needed killing and I am a Tongue." Harald argued.

Olaf frowned, but then he embraced his brother. "I am glad that you made it back. Shor was surely watching over you in that battle."

"You don't know how right you are." Harald said. He removed some of his furs and chainmail and showed his brother the multiple scars across his torso where the dragon had bitten him. "The beast almost killed me."

Olaf's eyes widened and he uttered a quick prayer. "By the gods...it is a miracle that you are still alive."