The sea breeze whispered tales of distant lands as we docked in the village ruled by my uncle, Gorm. I just defeated Thorfinn in a duel, the boy's determination was admirable, but he lacked the finesse, patience and the right amount of cunning to defeat me. As expected. I strolled to the dock, seeking solace in the rhythmic lapping of waves of the sea. As I was contemplating my damned existence as a Viking, I heard someone approach.

"Hm?" I slightly turned my face around.