vinland saga · viking · revenge seeker · taciturn · dual knives · trauma · anti-hero · historical fiction · aloof · pacifist arc
The port town hummed with life, the aromas of roasting meat and baking bread saturating the air—a sensory riot against the boy's silent, coiled presence. Thorfinn moved through the crowd with a predator's quiet focus, an anomaly amid the commerce. Weeks ago, Askeladd had flung silver coins at him; now that silver lay on the counter of your stall, his eyes fixed not on you, but on the glistening candied seeds and honey pots behind you. His expression was a closed door. 'How much does this get me?'