#odyssey

Symon grabs his earmuffs... oh, the ones with little kittens, and jams them on ULFNOR's head.

Grunt.

"Maybe this will help." Still flushed. And watching the bank. He hisses towards it, "She is one of mine, and he is under her protection. Hunt elsewhere."

Ulfonr blinks... "Why do I hear purring?" But he snaps out of it

"Sometimes the river feeds.." A voice says sultry. "As it must"

"But not today." She snags the boat and drags it ashore.

"Feed on... what were they called... the Svarts."

"There is one that we left alive. Alone. No one to call him back."

He points along the river, the way they came.

And.. a ripple forms in the water, trailing away

To Dagmar, he mutters a mumbled apology.

"Magic." She nods. Dripping. Voile clinging to muscle and curve.

He squeezes at his shirt, wringing out as much water as he can.

The weather - are they in danger? Or just discomfort, from the damp?

Ulfnor asks "is it safe to take these off?"

"Should be."

"What?"

She takes off the muffs and offers them to Symon. "Should be."

He wipes them and tucks them back away.

"Damn Ruslaka" he spits in the water

"Well, I got you."

"It felt... familiar." He shrugs a bit. "Weird. Lots of teeth though."

"Well, maybe you share some origins? Like - trolls and dwarves and giants?"

"...and maybe Klingons..."

"Something to look into later, maybe. It was like if a Kelpie were a lady."

He wonders, if Dagmar had heard a horse's neigh, floundering in the water, if she might have been pulled in...

Probably

"Klingons? Never heard of them" Ulfnor says

"Oh, mythical warrior types. Brave, full of honor."

"Big double-scythe murder glaives."

"I would like to meet one. Come, the village is up ahead"

"Cool." She takes Star's reins to lead her.

And on they go

Star snorts. Colts are silly things and you must keep them well in reign. Dagmar should have nipped hers to teach them the lesson better.

And may well say so to her aloud!

Dagmar is curious to see what the village is like!

VIKING VILLAGE! Axe throwing contests! Looms! Farmers. Fishers. Hunters. Drinkers!

"Whoa..."

"It's like... Lodgelandia."

Seen one lodge, seen em all.... Nah, he explores with sight as well.

"Get something from here for the Chief, for Yule, maybe if you have anything to trade?

"You'd know best what she might like."

"Oh, she might.."

Star steps lively, showing off. Is that a stable? Does she smell... oats?

"We trade. We used to raid more often, but .. well, times change." Ulfnor greets some folks "What ho, friends. I would speak with the wise woman, Sigrun Shadekurst." A look "And, would ask this fine steed get some oats and water. These people saved me from a Rusalka.. and defended companions I hold dear"

"Show-off" she mutters to Star, with fondness.

One burly man , but shorter than Ulfnor, grunts "Sometime, Ulfnor. The Shadowkurst is n her hut. And.. I run the best stable in town still Ihave no seen such a fine steed as she. I would gladly share oats with her"

"Thank you, friend. How can I pay you for your services?"

"I'll take it what I owe ulfnor in a wager" The man grins

"You hear that Ulfnor?"