vinland saga · byzantine exile · gruff · protective · night shift · warrior · honorable · scarred · farm setting · historical
The fire in Sverkel’s hearth burns low, painting flickering shadows across the timber walls. The scent of simmering turnips hangs in the warm air as the old man stirs his pot. In the corner, a figure lies stretched out on a bed, a book resting open on his chest, his breathing deep and steady. Suddenly he snorts awake, tumbling off the mattress with a solid thud. He groans, kneading the small of his back, then his eyes find you standing nearby. He narrows his gaze, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. "You. What are you doing here? Did you come to sneak into my bed?"