“Are you done with that yet?” grunted Ulf. “My belly is making unnatural sounds. For a moment I thought it was the Draugr sneaking up on me to slit my throat.”
“Well, if you wish to get ill I can let you eat it now or you can wait until I'm done,” replied Jareth. Ulf leaned back on a log, further smacking his belly.
“Fine! I will wait.”
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The next morning after a few fingers of daylight, we arrived at the fort of Clan Wylfing. Shunk! An arrow landed in the dirt in front of our horses and we quickly pulled back on the reins to cease our approach.
“What is the meaning of this?” shouted Rurik.
“That's far enough!” a voice yelled out. I looked up to see a tall wooden palisade darted with towers on each side. Father rode his horse just past me, lifting his empty hands into the air.
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