well that just dills my pickle [MEETING]

Tyrfing · 09-19-2021, 09:57 PM

Tyrfing was bordering on late, but he'd just crossed the border line on his way to the battlefield when the call had rung out. He panicked a moment, shuffled back beneath the fence and darted across the Range toward the meeting point. The majority of his family were already present and the perfectionist in him did not want to be caught anywhere near last to attend, so rather then join his siblings Fin shuffled nonchalantly towards the back of the gathering and plopped down beside his mother.

The viking woman likely had some reason for not being in the middle of what Fin assumed would be chaos when the keg was popped open, so he could pretend that he too, shared her very reasonable and wise point of view. He didn't know much of what to expect today, but whatever it was he hoped he'd get to show off some of his newly acquired skills.

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well that just dills my pickle [MEETING]

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