Vows of favour

Three days had come to pass since the returning of their disabled daughter, since the delivery of her corpse. The parents and siblings had buried their dead, had mourned their loss and yet sung praise of their place in Valhalla for their fight and their bravery.

Now Ragnar comes here, to those he called friend, in order to spread the news of what had come to pass. He hopes for @Riannon personally for she is all he knows but as he howls out, he calls for any of Frostchant who might hear him.
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A silent temptress, the lithe woman, cloaked in snow and glacier eyes comes to him as though upon wisps of winter winds. A slender shoulder to brush along the length of his own mass. There is a grumbling under his breath as he watches her round him, his pale eyes locked to her. He cannot forget his coming here and her mythical air will not sway him long.

“I come with message of Northfall.” He speaks, gathering a seriousness to his tone as he reaches the ending of his sentence. “Our daughter, Ynness,” She might of remembered the cripple girl from her prior visit. “Has been slain by our enemies on the Sepulcher. Another of our girls quite injured...” Ragnar thinks now with the Dragonford Isles leader broken it would be time to strike, but Ragnar does not know how much more were in their ranks and did not know how much of their allies would be willing to fight to run them off.
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