ᚴᛅᛒᛁᛏᚢᛚᛁ 5
Turned out my Viking teacher had an actual office. Somehow, I hadn't put him down as the office type. Even having him teach felt strange. Like he was made to be running around outside, not bound by rules and social etiquette. Definitely not part of an Academy that was full of regulations and guidelines on how we were supposed to behave.
"Sit down," he said and pointed at a chair behind his desk. I did as he asked while he rummaged in a beautifully carved cabinet. A row of runes decorated the very top, but even if my Futhark knowledge had been better, I likely still wouldn’t have been able to read it. I somehow doubted the runes were forming English words.
Hjalmar pulled out a bottle wrapped in paper and put it on the desk. It had been previously opened, there were stains on t
