Ulf was an old man, he knew it and all of the village knew it. After his wife died he had grown depressed for a long time, barely speaking to anybody as he mourned her. It has been 9 years since her death, and he still hurt inside at times.

When he heard of a chiefs daughter being married off to one of the most ferocious and disgusting men of the clans he had to intervene, in the back of his mind something nagged him. No doubt his wife. It was what she would have wanted…

The wedding was big, a lot of ale to hide his sorrow and even more food than even he could handle. As for the girl… she was strong, sturdy, but she didn’t stick around the encampment long. Everyday she was gone just before Ulf would wake up… what she was off doing he had no idea. She was a healer, always had her medicine book with her, always bringing home new herbs to experiment with. Never home for Ulf to get to know her. They didn’t even have a wedding night, he had refused to force himself on her but he had thought she would warm up to the idea.