“But why? Why would you give this to me? I thought this was to be a trial?”
“Not all trials are fair, young High-Stone. Some trials are more like executions. The hour is late. I must leave you now. The door shall be sealed with an enchantment, so no one will enter, nor will you be able to leave until I return. The only thing I can promise you is that tonight you can rest undisturbed. Now, get some sleep.” The High-Seidr left in a hurry and the mind of Hakon High-Stone was awash with anxiety about his current predicament, suspicions that someone was out to murder him in his sleep. Alas, his body was weak and worn from the day's events. It was not long until he would succumb to sleep and soon the dark warm void came over him and he drifted into a restful night's sleep.
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