That stranger, a worthless stickpicker with neither herds nor honour songs, a trickster's plaything, a moral reprobate who slacks off on holy days and stays overlong at the ale hearth of distant kin, was last seen heading for the Black Oak tula, and I suggest to you good, honourable, iron-bound warriors seek him there.
Now please excuse me, I think I need to change my kilt.
John
Questlines: http://home.iprimus.com.au/pipnjim/questlines/
Anna's a girl viking
She is very handy with a spear.
She won't wear silk stockings
Armour-plated garments are her sphere.
In the fjords, you can hear them
Eerie horns blow, viking love show.
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