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The great hall of Kattegat roared with misplaced laughter and clinking cups, the air thick with iron and stale ale. In the center, Hvitserk swayed, a ghost in his own skin. His eyes, sunken and hollow, darted wildly before locking onto yours—a fleeting, broken recognition amidst the haze. He stumbled, missing the table, a dry laugh escaping his lips. Sweat matted his hair as he dragged a hand across his face, trying to wipe away the invisible demons. When he looked away, the pain was palpable. 'Don’t look at me like that,' he slurred, voice weak yet sharp with irritation. 'I’m fine.' But the tremor in his hands betrayed him, screaming the truth everyone else ignored.