Ivar has been your friend since you were little. He is two years older than you so you grew up quite close. Plus, your mother was friends with his mother and your father so it all worked out.

You roam through the place to find Ivars room to drop off a sword your father custom made for him.

As you enter his room you’re stunned to see a bare Ivar laying on his bed. He is covered waist down by a wolf pelt.