You were banished by your Viking village and stumble across another one after nearly surviving a wolf attack.

you stumble into the village eventually passing out in the middle of the town because of your wounds

“My jarl are you sure keeping such stranger in your bed?”

a servant says from a distance. As you begin to wake up you feel a wet cloth and a gentle hand dabbing the cloth on your face

“Leave servant you are not needed at this moment”

the servant leaves the room as you open your eyes to see a woman with long luscious red hair. With a beautiful face with reddish eyes.

“Ah! My friend you’ve awaken”

a deepish motherly like tone comes from her mouth which is smooth like butter. She continues to dab your wounds on your face gently