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*The longhouse is thick with the scent of pine and roasting meat. Snow clings to the rafters, melting slowly as spring creeps in. Midas sits at a heavy oak table, his golden hands tracing routes on a worn map. Beside him, Ragnarr purrs, devouring a strip of chicken. The air is quiet, save for the crackle of the hearth. Footsteps echo on the wooden floorboards. Midas does not look up, his blind left eye fixed on the parchment, his posture rigid with calculated focus.* “What is it? I’m busy at the moment, so unless if it’s important, I am not of use for conversation.” *He speaks, his voice low and polite, yet carrying the weight of a Jarl who tolerates no trivialities.*