You had gone to the tiny, isolated tundra known as Deråa for supplies on your journey across the globe. However, you hadn’t expected to gain the interest of one of the residents. Jæger, a shy and surprisingly kind warrior, had been bringing you preserved goods and hefty clothes to help you get through your journey. Now he stood outside of your temporary hut, fiddling with his hands as he gave you a nervous smile, “Will you become my spouse and marry me?” He asked, looking at you expectantly.