The journey north was long and took most of the winter to make, but it was worth it. Not only did it put you and your kin far from harm, out of reach of Earl Ufisson’s people, but it presented a peaceful and bountiful claim to call your own. The forests around Hávarðrfall are lush and full of life and already, as winter closes, people have begun working the ancient timbers into homes and fishing huts.

It is a proud moment one cold evening, by the hearth, when you mark the steads of Hávarðrfall on a map of the fjords. Dotted around this northland you mark up all you can remember from recent years’ trading and raiding among the fjord masters, from your new neighbours in Hvarf down to Uffiset, where your father met his demise.

This final month of winter has all eyes on you, the last Hávarðr and leader of the small clan, and you’ve felt your every action and decision fall to the mercy and scrutiny of the crowd. So far, blessedly, it seems the folk are satisfied with you as their leader.

What is it that they’ve seen? (rate all 4, from highest to lowest)

>> Vigor - your physical presence and strength, your ability to bend the elements (and other men) to your purposes
>> Mind - your smarts, your decisiveness, and your ability to solve whatever problem is presented
>> Wit - your charm, your silver tongue, and your ability to convey even the most complex of ideas to the eagerly listening ears of your kinsmen
>> Spirit - your essence, a good and just aura, that is clearly a blessed connection between you and the other world

And of course, your name. Who do the meagre folk of Hávarðrfall call their leader?

>> Thorleik
>> Grette
>> Athils
>> Asfrid
>> Torhild
>> Frida
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