As the wind blows through the forest, I am cutting down a tree with some Aesir magic in it. After I’m done, I carry some chunks of the tree over to my cabin. The river flows and the sound of the water is truly calming, as I sit down at my table to have my little stew as a nice warm meal, since winter is coming. I wish that maybe one day, there will be more peace in the nine realms. After all the death and destruction and the death of Tyr, the Norse god of war, I decided to stop with war and senseless violence and killing. I write a little in my journal until I hear a knocking. I take my small one-handed axe just for good measure. I slowly open the door