Thewind whipped his face and entangled his hair. It appeared the morethey moved North, the wilder th
Thewind whipped his face and entangled his hair. It appeared the morethey moved North, the wilder the weather was. Rollo kept lookingaround, searching for any danger that might befall upon him, Rolandand his dear Gisla. But he saw none if not the strange mist thatappeared when they passed the border of the king Ragnar swore loyaltyto by being a Jarl. The more they sailed forward, the heavier themist was. It became so thick it was as if they sailed inside a cloud.Rollo tried to catch a glimpse of scent, of sound and of taste, buthis hopes were crushed by the heavy silence and the absence ofanything into the mist.Itappeared they were lost in one of those fogs Ran and Aegir loved toset to lost careless sailors. Rollo felt a hint of despair and fearin his heart. What if they truly were lost? What if they neverreached their destination? What if he was doomed to wander eternallyon the uncertain waters of the sea? He would not take it. He wouldnot bear to wander eternally without achieving anything.Crashing waves covers! Vengeance and warfare coming SOON! -- source link
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