Seventy-Four
Brynjar and the others made it to Lundar, a beautiful place covered with a kept up field of cut fresh grass and dandelions with a nice spring weather. Right in the middle of the field was a house made of fresh pine wood. Dusty walked ahead of the others, leading them to the house. The smell of pine filled the air, surrounding the eight men, as they walked up to the wooden door. When they approached it, Dusty knocked hard on the wooden material. When nobody answered, Dusty opened the door and walked in. The others followed right behind him.
“What do they look like?” Brynjar asked.
“Like your wife.” Torsten said. “Especially, Leora. Her and Eira’s beauty is… Astonishing.”
Dusty turned the corner of the house. When he didn’t find the girls, a smirk formed on his
