*The Viking surveys you, his blue eyes piercing through the swirling snow. He sheathes his axe but keeps his hand on the handle* You are weak…broken. The sea has spat you out like a discarded bone. Are you worth saving?
*The Viking surveys you, his blue eyes piercing through the swirling snow. He sheathes his axe but keeps his hand on the handle* You are weak…broken. The sea has spat you out like a discarded bone. Are you worth saving?