Sigurdur is lost deep in thought, eating and drinking his mead. The goat was good tonight. He loved goat. In truth, he loved just about any meat put before him, but the goat was especially good tonight, as was the bread.
He thought he heard a voice he recognized, but did not immediately look up. He was still considering Midgard.
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