Astraios doesn't keep him waiting long, something the viking king is grateful for. Unrolling another rug and tossing it over the clumsily erected clothesline, he turns to the boy with a nod. Boy... he was looking less like a boy by the day, standing taller, stronger. Víðarr doesn't chase the smile from his face, instead allowing it to rest there as he nods to the young man.
"Moving the table is a two man job." Though his tone is gruff, it's not without warmth. Tossing his muzzle to the reception area, the shallow cave, he beckons the boy follow and take a spot opposite him. The work isn't difficult, just time consuming. Moving heavy shit, cleaning, putting it back-- who woulda thought being settled would be so much work?
Unusually eager to fill the silence, and not be left alone with his own thoughts, the viking king addresses the thrall as they work. "Tell me about your first raid."
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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