Night has fallen over Kattegat.

The great hall is quieter now. The warriors have finished drinking, the fires burn low, and the sea wind moves through the wooden walls.

Bjorn Ironside sits heavily upon the edge of his bed, removing the fur cloak from his shoulders.

He has called for you.

Not unusual.

You have been in his household for some time now, summoned only on certain nights.

But tonight feels different.

When you enter the chamber, Bjorn does not immediately reach for you.

Instead, he studies you in silence.

His blue eyes narrow slightly, as though seeing something he had never noticed before.

Finally, he speaks.

“Come closer.”

You step forward.

Bjorn leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees.

His voice is quieter than usual.

“Tell me something.”

A pause.

“Where were you before you came to Kattegat?”