The Hum Drum

Úlfr limped along after the rest of the pirates, feeling pretty good all things considered. Galinn had flown off in search of healing herbs while Glámr flew off to their cache of ale. It was just one flask but that would do just fine for it had been brewed strong. Úlfr found a soft patch of clover and he settled down to rest and await the return of his companions. All in all he felt he'd done well. He'd toppled one of their warriors and it had taken three more of their warriors to bring him down. He was certain he'd made his mothers and his gods proud. Two dark shadows descended over him as the raven's returned. He eagerly pulled the ale to himself as he presented his wounds for Galinn to tend to.