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[10 May 2011|12:04am] |
Sigurdur Hogunsson travels many of the roads of Asgard, scouting for dangers to the Golden Realm and even delivering messages when necessary.
Today, however, he stops to visit the home of his father's friend, Fandral the Dashing, in the hopes of hearing a story or two of their days together on Midgard. Father indugles him now and again, during celebrations when mead has loosened his tongue, but Hogun the Grim is not known for his banter.
He rides onto the edge of the property and calls out his introduction.
"Lord Fandral, Sigurdur Hogunsson would speak with you! May I enter your lands?" he asks.
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[10 May 2011|12:11am] |
His day of patrols ended, Sigurdur entered the hall to eat. The days patrols were uneventful, for which he was somewhat glad. Still, he remembered the stories told by his father's companions and wondered often what life on Midgard was like. How did the humans live knowing so little about the world around them?
He was not a philosopher, but he often thought upon such things when he had the time.
Filling a plate, he found a table and sat down, eating silently as he thought more on what Midgard must be like.
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