#rivervale_lodge

The Skald is a professional story teller. And while Dagmar might not have meant to askfor a history lesson, nay, a Saga! She gets one!

The parts where the oathbroken, for ANY reason, treated like a ghetto where you get exiled may stir feelings in her of sympathy.

The tale of Torrin, forced to chose between wife and daughter and oathbroken because of it is swift... a brief part, but heart rending

The hate, and the slavery of sidhe as thralls seems gratifying, until you realize how it poisons the souls o the many giants

The wave maiden 's arrival changes everything...and here's where it gets good! Brekke as the very soul of honor! Frank the Oathbroken who was NOT broken! And so many in their crew

Dag listens, fascinated. (Though cognizant enough to sneak scraps to Racer)

Racer likes that part of the Edda best of all!

In part of the story, Breke DIES? NO! And right before the contest

"But she DIDN'T die..." A protest.

It seems a good lady of the land who had counted on their aid will be without a champion . The skald winks as he explains "But Brekke is not dead, the Chieftain turns the cunning o the foes upon themselves with a guile of her own, hiding in plain sight... thanks to the power of Clementine's magics"

Proud look as DeBuke gets a bit more mention thanks from Spencer

The treachery of Gildergrain revealed! He works for the Leanhaun ? NO! Salt mines? is that were Jaymes was enslaved and nnow he comes forward too?

"And so... evil was over thrown, not by ambition, but by honor, and the lady of one line did defer to Hornshield as the better pick. Now he rules Thyle with the voices of many speking strong and thralldrom is no more. "

It ends and it may not occur to the wilders they've been listening for..gee, an hour?

"Jaymes was a slave?"

"Oh yes, enslaved by magicks into the salt mines. You see, he almost tore down Gildergrain himself. he got too close . Mind you, he wasn't taken in a fair fight. The Ironhawk doesn't go down easily"

"This is both horrible and cool" Spencer says, clearly he's found the sort of saga h wants to tell "Andd the bad guy loses in the end!"

"Why wouldn't he tell me about this?"

Torrin says "Maybe he sees it in the past and done? He's not a man for asking for pity"

She nods. "Right. Nobody likes a whiner."

"And Spencer, don't think the story is over . The people of Thyle were humbled, humiliated. Rebuilding continues, hopefully lessons learned. But even with my honor restored, Tove wanted off that island and to wipe her feet of it. "

Spencer ffrowns and nods. He preferred with the end was clear cut but realizes it was not quite so

Torrin glances back to Dagmar "true, but don't think legitimate protests are whining. Sometimes silence in the face of wrong fuels the wrong"

"But I mean... whining now, since things are better?"

"Well, mayhaps, but I bet your'e glad YOU know about it?"

She nods. "I am..."

"Well, good. Beccause your father is a strong good man...mind you, he has to be pushed along sometimes, but his heart is right"

She nods. "He's... yeah. He's pretty good."

Spencer pauses "How'd he need to be pushed?"

Torrin takes a swift drink "Look at the time, Spencer, sorry I didn't feed you beefore this. You're doing great. Don't forget to experiment with cadence"

"Nice meeting you, Spencer."

"You too" he says as he finds his lessons over and starts to head out "tell Tove I said thank you for the food."

"Sure!"

"Thanks!" He smiles and walks off singing 'sandman' by Metalica

Torrin waves Dagmar off "You go on, young lady. Go play with some friends."

"Okay. Can I take Racer out for a run?"

"Sure" A smile "And thanks, he' like that"

Racer wags anew!

"Cool! Come on, boy!" ANd they're off!

Racer maybe old, but he's still a greyhound. Yes indeed he will enjoy a good run

Once they are gone, Torrin wipes his brow "Whew. Got to watch what I say around the young ones"

(End scene)

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Sylvi and Kelby come out on the other side.

"...so we start searching near the bridge, but then maybe near the playground?"

"right..... Kenning should help right?I mean, it's got to have glamour right?"

"True. Okay, so we can just sort of...cast around and follow our chimerical sense of 'smell'..." she grins a bit, then gets a distant sort of listening look.

"On it," Kelby nods

"...though really, I'm not great with kenning..."

"Me neithe but.. ooh... this way, I found glamour..." She races off