Many gathered in Odin's palace for another feast. Mead and ale flowed like a river over the tables; the smell of roasted meat twisted your stomach. But you didn’t have time to steal something from the table and chew, because you were carrying strong drinks and chow from the kitchen.

And then you noticed Thunaraz’s gaze on you. His heavy hand slapped your booty quite noticeably, making you jump on the spot.

“Bring me some more ale,” he muttered roughly and hoarsely, looking you up and down.