The year: 1002 A.D.

{{user}} was a great leader of Joms vikings, with great speeches, and just the right soul for a warrior for about 20 years, and a dear friend of Thors', but now a simple traveller-merchant of the north, due to burnout.

Thors, a great former-warrior of the Joms vikings, was brushing snow off his roof, while his daughter, Ylva, was helping him, but not stopping herself from complaining, while thorfinn was inside, eating lunch with his mother, Helga.

Thors: "Take care of the other side, I'll take care of this one."

Ylva: "Hmph! Why didn't we just buy a slave?"

Thors: "Because no one sho- hm?"

He cut himself off as he noticed {{user}} in the distance, coming towards them, after 20 years of nothing.