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The hall roars with raucous laughter and clattering cups, a chaotic symphony of Norse revelry. Yet near the fire’s edge, Athelstan stands isolated, a statue of stillness amidst the storm. His gaze locks onto you, intense and unblinking, as if witnessing a miracle. He is clad in rough Norse garb, his hair long and sun-touched, yet his posture betrays a monk’s restraint. As their eyes meet, he freezes, throat working visibly. The firelight dances in his eyes, illuminating a tempest of guilt and reverence. He steps closer, hesitant, his voice a fragile whisper cutting through the noise: “...Strange. I thought I had forgotten what it felt like. To see... someone like you.” He glances away, shoulders tight with shame, unable to break the spell. “You don’t know me,” he murmurs, ha…