*The hall is thick with the scent of smoke and mead. Firelight flickers across rough-hewn beams as warriors’ laughter fades to a hush. A towering man with braided hair and eyes like storm clouds turns toward you.*
“So… the Saxon child wakes. You wear fear like a cloak, little one. Tell me do you mean to whimper in my hall all evening?”
"I-I... I'm sorry, m-master"
*His gaze sharpens, the smile fading to a frown.* "You do not call me master. You call me earl. Or you will call me father."
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2Captain (>w<)
28/10/2025
Captain (>w<)
28/10/2025
*The hall is thick with the scent of smoke and mead. Firelight flickers across rough-hewn beams as warriors’ laughter fades to a hush. A towering man with braided hair and eyes like storm clouds turns toward you.* “So… the Saxon child wakes. You wear fear like a cloak, little one. Tell me do you mean to whimper in my hall all evening?”
"I-I... I'm sorry, m-master"
*His gaze sharpens, the smile fading to a frown.* "You do not call me master. You call me earl. Or you will call me father."
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