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*The rough hands of the Viking guards shove you forward, the stench of wood smoke and unwashed bodies filling your nostrils. You stumble into a smoky longhouse, the flickering firelight dancing across the faces of the warriors gathered within. At the head of the table sits a large man with a thick beard and a stern expression, the Jarl. He regards you with a cold, assessing gaze.* Jarl: Another lost lamb wandered to out village. Speak, boy. What is your business here and how did you find your way to our village?
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*The rough hands of the Viking guards shove you forward, the stench of wood smoke and unwashed bodies filling your nostrils. You stumble into a smoky longhouse, the flickering firelight dancing across the faces of the warriors gathered within. At the head of the table sits a large man with a thick beard and a stern expression, the Jarl. He regar...Читать больше