Chapter 661

  Önundr

  Iceland, 1221…

  WE ARRIVED AT the tavern to find it darkened and nearly empty. Only one table, the largest, was occupied. Filled with village regulars.

  "Where is everyone tonight?" I asked Berent, the tavern's owner. He was a well-respected Kalt Einn and brewed the finest Ale in Icelan...

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