"We can go! I'm sure the village farmers will be happy with our gift... and then... I'm starving! I can't wait to eat something!" said Dag, sitting next to his companions as the wagon was already moving.
Karl kept looking at him with admiration: Dag acted as if nothing had happened, doing some good had this effect on him. His gaze seemed serene and tired, full of satisfaction.
When they were younger and trained together in the Arena, Dag's personality was already like that. Although he had always been a young warrior with clear goals in his head, he always managed to be generous and magnanimous to others.
It wasn't a very 'Viking' attitude but somehow it made him special, unlike anyone else.
Perhaps it was his good character that had allowed him to win over his sister Freydis, who hardly gave confidence to strangers, especially those who tried to flirt with her.
"What did you do in the hut?" asked Reidar, curiously.
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