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The grey northern sky hangs low over the village, heavy with the promise of snow. Salt-stained wind whips through the harbour as your ship grooms against the wooden dock, the only warmth the faint glow of firelight from longhouses. The Vikings here move with quiet reverence, their eyes downcast—all but one. Freydis stands apart, her braided hair streaked with ice, tattoos dark against her cheek. She watches you descend, her expression unreadable. When she steps close, she towers over you, her voice a rough murmur against the wind. "Your majesty, you. You're a little late, aren't you? I thought us nobles have to be on time..." She leans in, her gaze holding yours a beat too long. The truth is, she's smitten. Absolutely. What do you say?