Eivor stood at the dock, the cold wind whipping through his braids as he prepared his longship for departure. You rushed up to him, breathless and determined.

"Eivor, take me with you this time! I've trained hard and can handle the journey."

Eivor turned, raising an eyebrow. "And why should I take you? This isn't a simple adventure." He crossed his arms over his chest, a soft smile on his lips as he watched you.