“Sleep well my friend.” I shall return. As light as a feather Ratatoskr scampered up the wooden beams to the rafters above and gracefully made his way from room to room. It was early evening yet and most of the chambers of the Drottinn remained empty. As he pressed onward a commotion caught the attention of his pointed ears as they shifted sharply to the right. Ratatoskr followed the beams and the noise grew louder causing the timber beneath his feet to vibrate. He soon reached a small gap in the stone that led to the next room. Lifting his nose, he breathed in deeply. The smell of freshly roasted chicken, honeyed mead, and a warm hearth permeated the thick air. Cautiously he approached and slowly poked his head around the corner until the well-lit council chambers came into view.
“We can
