He grinned easily at Celeste, tail flickering at his haunches. There's something exciting about this, about doing things together with his pack. The viking king was at least trying to look... maybe not manic, in his excitement. He examines the outside for a moment longer, sighing as Auðr may have a point about being unable to find their way around. Still, maybe Pandora was on to something. "Torches, and we could set up braziers in living spaces for warmth." He makes a mental note of that, in the spring they could either build them or trade for them.
"Tenshi lived in a maze for a bit too, she may have some insight." Víðarr beams when he speaks of his wife, he can't help it. A glimmer in his eyes, one that takes over his whole expression. Why should he conceal those feelings, anyway? The viking king was a man just like any other. As they entered the crypt, the scent of must and of old washes over him. Maybe... maybe he'd do something about that, once they were moved in. Oops.
As they took in the space, Víðarr slowly walked the perimeter of the room. "I pictured the first room being used to organize the rest." He explained, carefully walking the dusty floors. They'd need to do something about making the whole thing livable, but it had good bones. Did the others see it? He could hope. "Track inventory, make maps, and provide a buffer to the outside world." Keep the rest of the world guessing, especially as to exactly what was within the crypt. Spooky, right?
"Víðarr"
This character is unstable. Blanket TW for mental health themes applies to all posts.
Víðarr has two Karelian bear dogs and a white morph tawny owl. Assume they're within calling distance unless otherwise stated.
Víðarr speaks with a dense Swedish accent.
Cooperative
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