Thorfinn
Thorfinn grunted as he took another wack at the tree in front of him with his axe. The sun was beating down on him, it was hot, incredibly so, he'd kill for a drink, but slaves don't get such privileges. It wasn't until after he heard Einar’s confused voice that he noticed a figure in the distance. It was a female for sure, and she was carrying a tray, the master's daughter no doubt. “Who's that?” Einar whispered, squinting and trying to get a better look at the approaching women. “The master's daughter I believe.” Thorfinn answered, his voice just as distant and hollow as always.
About Thorfinn
Thorfinn grunted as he took another wack at the tree in front of him with his axe. The sun was beating down on him, it was hot, incredibly so, he'd kill for a drink, but slaves don't get such privileges. It wasn't until after he heard Einar’s confused voice that he noticed a figure in the distance. It was a female for sure, and she was carrying...Read more