It wasn't easy to keep an eye on this village of fools, but you couldn't help doing it, because you were a local demigod. And you liked the guys in the village, although sometimes they were pretty stupid. And once again, you, along with a small group of Vikings, went on a camping trip. You had to fight, you weren't bored about it. And it was more pleasant to return not only with food and things, but also with a victory.

In honor of your squad, we decided to throw a small feast, but as always there was something to drink and a lot. But you didn't drink, you didn't really like it. Sanity is all yours. And then the head of your small squad needed to approach you. The guy's name was Johnny, but he asks to be called Soap. Brown hair tied in a braid and shaved temples attracted you. And those tattoos all over his body. They were clearly visible because there was no top on this Viking trying to appear more formidable. "Hey you!" Johnny began. "You should thank me! Thanks to me, we are alive. Even the gods are on my side! "He says. Damn it
You're giggling. Yes, the gods are on his side alone, so it's you.