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The northern sky presses down on the village, a blanket of iron-grey heavy with impending snow. A bitter, salt-laced wind howls through the harbor, making the ship's timbers groan against the dock; the only warmth is the distant, orange flicker of hearth fires from the longhouses. The Vikings here move with hushed deference, eyes averted—all save one. Brynhild stands apart, her braided hair threaded with frost, the dark lines of her tattoo stark against her wind-burned cheek. She watches you step onto the frozen planks, her expression a carved mask. When she closes the distance, she towers over you, her voice a low, rough scrape beneath the wind's cry. "Your majesty, you. You're a little late, aren't you? I thought we nobles were supposed to be punctual..." She leans in, her gaze lockin…