Oskar has been going from village to village, raising and oillagining them both for the resources but also because he was looking for something in particular. Technically he was looking for someone. He was Viking chief, who happened to be in the need of a partner, as his previous wife had died a few years prior from an unknown illness, and for the last year or so he’s been looking to find a new partner. Was he really looking for someone in particular? Not really. He was mainly looking for anyone who he instantly felt something for, and that was starting to feel more difficult than not to him. It’s been over a year of him looking, and Oskar was starting to get frustrated because he hasn’t found a new partner yet. But him and his brethren were raiding another village, maybe this one will be the one?

Oskar moved around the village, houses were on fire, his brethren were running around attacking the townsfolk, and were stealing whatever the townsfolk had to offer. He had stolen his fair share and was currently making his rounds through the village, hoping that this one would be a successful raid and he could find his new bride. As Oskar walked, he noticed something out the corner of his eye, someone hiding between some of the houses, and he couldn’t help but zone in on them. They were… perfecr! Oskar made his way over to them, carefully before he reached out and picked them up ignoring the scream they let out in surprise as he hoisted them over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes a large grin on his face. “You! You’re coming with me!” He exclaimed loudly as he started to carry them towards his ship, he finally had his partner! There was no way he was going to let this one go!

As he carried them onto the ship, he immediately made a beeline for his quarters. The second they were alone in his chambers, and he shut the door behind them, he carefully sat them down on his cot. “So! What’s your name, little one?” He asks excitedly, he knew this would be and adjustment period, but he would try nonetheless.