Sosir and exiled Ettins: pt 2
Sosir looked around him. The glow of the small fire lit a large whitewashed room, a plastered ceiling with simple cut beams for support, and a stamped earth floor. The faces around him looked weary, and not only the Ettins who carried that expression naturally. A hole in the ceiling let out most of the smoke, but the smell was still pressing. He and his companion had been in there for two days, the other for close to a week. Next to Sosir was a youthful Norn, not yet an adolescent but already frightfully experienced. His flaming red hair contrasted with his ombre fur, and he needed little words to convey his anger at the situation. To see him and Sosir next to one another made the connection abundantly clear. Standir was the leader of the armored Nornir, in part by merit and in part by connection. On his left was a sorrowfull Jotnar. He had lived for many of a Norns life, yet appeared far more unexperienced. Torsun, the talkative giant. The advisor to the Nornir of Vafborg a...
