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**Fenrir13** · August 22nd, 2021, 11:53 PM

Orm was standing on the roof of his longhouse and was busy shoveling the last bits of snow from it, it wasn´t particularly hard work and he kinda enjoyed it. So he got a bit carless,whistling a tune the last skald had played that had visited their homestead, while his thoughts were with Caras warm breasts. Cara was the concubine of the thirty four year old patriarch and a fine looking Irish lass, that had made the trip home from the last raid of his much more bearable. If only he hadn´t gotten that arrow into his shoulder! The aching could still be felt, even though the scar had healed well, espacially on cold days like this late winter, early spring morning. Orm took a moment messaging the scar, before continuing his work. Living the good life on a sizeable farm with his family and thralls definately was more his style, now that he got older.
So lost in thought was he that he accidently shoveled some snow on a person close by. "Oops, sorry...", he said somewhat sheepishly and jumped off the roof to see whom he had hit. Orm was a fairly tall man in his mid thirties with long dark hair and beard, that was well kempt and braided. "Tora, Estrid??", he called as he stepped closer,"Would you mind getting Erik from the wharf? Its almost time for lunch."

**Willow T Ferret** · August 23rd, 2021, 01:22 AM

Tora who was inside when she heard her name being called by her father and then heads outside to see her father as well as her older sister Estrid there as well. Upon hearing the favor from their father Tora nodded her head. "Yes, father." She said. Tora had the same dark hair and eyes like her father. While she wished to travel and fight like the adventures her father told her about. Walking ahead of her sister the two makes it towards the wharf to look for their uncle Erik.

**Fenrir13** · August 24th, 2021, 06:18 AM

Erik was currently tying up a fisherboat to the wharf, then he would carry todays catch home. He was a sizeable, good looking young man of maybe 25 years. He had medium length red hair and a shorter beard, well more of a stubble. "Oh, hello Tora.", he said friendly and patted the girls head,"Have you come to get me for lunch?"

**Willow T Ferret** · September 2nd, 2021, 06:56 AM

Walking through the wharf for only a few minutes the two sisters eventually found their uncle and Tora would be the one to charge ahead and approach him. The size difference between the two was easily noticeable as Tora could barely come up to his waist. "Yes, we have. Father asked us to search for you." She explained.