The spring air would warm up through the day, as the biting coastal breezes lessened. Right now it was cold, making candles gutter and flicker as the town rose with the sun. Bright orange light filtered through the cracked in the door to Farmann's longhouse. His two sisters didn't stir from their cocoon of furs. He stood and laced up his tunic, pushing the door open and stepping into the town. There were things to be done, especially today.

He'd risen to Chief after his father's passing and had immediately sought a remedy to the fighting between his home, Fura, and their neighbour. The most obvious solution was a marriage between him and one of the Chieftain's daughters. As a last jab, he had been offered the youngest, with a pitiful dowry of little gold and a bit of livestock. Farmann took it out of desperation. At least it'd quell the fighting. He walked out towards the cliff's edge, looking out to the sea.

There was a little commotion at the entrance to the town, a horse bucking as a young woman attempted to calm it. His sisters stood at the door of his house, looking curiously as she slid from the saddle. Behind her walked a man, a servant apparently, leading a small flock of sheep. Farmann left his thinking to walk to her, telling his sisters to go back inside as he watched her. Ashild and Runa obeyed with little giggles.