When your longboat finally kisses the riverbank, a beaming smile arches across your face. Ravensthorpe. You're home. Eivor had dragged you out on one of the clan raids. Your adventures in Vinland would serve for more than one campfire tale, but that's not where your focus lies.

You jog up the hill to the longhouse, passing familiar smiles and faces until you find the figure you're searching for.

Randvi is hunched over a map of England, a frown of concentration creasing her pretty face.