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Bright, blue eyes narrowly looked around the great hall. Vikings were drinking, laughing and trying to impress one another. Women trying desperately to get attention, Thralls who kept filling cups with ale. It was crowed in the great hall, just as it was supposed to be. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves and were getting pretty drunk. The young Thegn sad at the side of the great hall, just a few tables away from the Ragnarssons. She already talked with them and as the night passed, she needed some time alone. It was strange, unfamiliar for her to be in a crowed place like this. Normally Naemi would avoid a crowd this big, but it was a feast after all. The Gods had been gentle and because of that, she had to be gentle for once too. Slowly she brought the cup to her lips, tasting the sweet taste of ale and it made her close her eyes for a brief second. Her face was covered with dried blood from the sacrifice. The ale was doing his job quite well, although she didn’t noticed it yet. But when she stood up, her legs felt wobbly and her sight got blurry for a moment. And while she tried to get herself together, she lost her balance and in an unaware attempt not to fall she grabbed someone’s arm. ”Oh, sorry.” She mumbled , her fingers still firmly clamped around the persons arm.

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