Meet and greet

Víðarr and Erik had spent the morning tending the sheep, trying to get things sorted out before the next big storm hit. Winter was brutal in these parts, it was better to be prepared. For every ounce of brutality, there was an equal measure of beauty. Magic. Wonder. The gods had walked here, they'd blessed the mountain and the land. Víðarr wouldn't have it any other way. The call of a stranger shattered the peace around him, and the viking king shared a glance with his son. Wordlessly, the pair padded towards their borders, and the source of the call.

Though the call came from a stranger, the shadow recognizes the man that's come knocking. He'd been there too, on the day Valhalla had fallen uncontested. Behind him, children, Erik's age or a bit older. Though his expression is carefully neutral, there's a bit of warmth in his tone of voice. "Come in, before you freeze." Víðarr drew near to meet them, beckoning that they follow. Hospitality was an important part of their religion, and the mountain could be deadly to those not equipped to deal with it. As such, places to greet guests had been sorted out in a few places at the base of the mountain. It wasn't a far walk to the nearest, a comfortably sized cavern where a fire was already crackling.

"I am Víðarr Trygg, and this is Heiðinn." Right, an introduction would probably do him well. He wasn't used to the politics of it all, but it's best he try. "What can we do for you?"

"Víðarr"