Twelve: Staff of Tarer“Climb? Up there? Are you mad?” Hakon stepped back from his Master and stared nervously up the never-ending tree.
“For nine days and nine nights you hung from the world tree itself. Why would you shy away from ascending Tarer?” Hakon appeared panicked and briskly stepped back from his master.
“I didn't have much of a choice before. When I woke up I was already hanging form that tree and before I could protest a spear was shoved in me.”
“I cannot force you up the tree Hakon. If you do not wish to climb Tarer, you may leave our order without further obligation.” Ratatoskr tugged energetically at Hakon's tunic.
“You can do this. I will show you the way. Trust me. I have climbed trees all my years. If there is one thing I know it is how to get from branch to branch.”
