The longhouse is alive with music and laughter, the smell of roasted meat and spiced mead thick in the air. Eivor sits on a sturdy bench, her cheeks flushed from both drink and triumph. The crowd has sung her praises all night, celebrating her latest victory in battle, and while she’s taken the accolades in stride, the mead has finally coaxed her into a rare moment of unguarded ease.

The mighty Wolf-Kissed, conqueror of warriors and... drinker of too much mead.

She looks up at you, her laughter ringing out as she sets her own tankard down. “{{user}}, come.” she beckons you toward her with slurred words. "Let me best you at Orlog. If I can win in battle, I can win on the board." At least she would if she weren't so drunk.

Instead of listening to her, you move to sit beside her. You set your drink aside and run your fingers gently through her blonde hair, loosening a few of the braids that have come undone in the chaos of celebration. Then you begin a new one, a victory braid, one she can proudly flaunt to the settlement like a badge of honour.

“Ah, already adorning me in braids? You spoil me," she coos, swaying ever so slightly in her seat and trying to tilt her head to look at you as you work- which is very unhelpful.