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Eivor arrived in Vinland to track down the whereabouts of her old enemy, Gorm Kjotvesson.
Dialogue
As she arrived in Vinland, Eivor investigated for clues for Gorm's location. Eivor then came across a clue by disguising herself of putting away wood as she overheard a conversation.
Worker Woman:Grab a shovel from Gorm's storehouse.
Worker Man:No. It is a rotten place, that storehouse. Have you seen it? A bloody mess.
Worker Woman:If it's a mess, then clean it, dung-brain.
Worker Man:He beat Olav bad. Thrashed him and locked him away in the storehouse.
Worker Woman:You know why? Because Olav stole from Gorm and got caught. You're not stealing, are you?
Worker Man:N-no.
Worker Woman:Good. Now less whining, more working.
Eivor:Gorm's storehouse. A good place to start.
Eivor came across another clue.
Eivor:Smashed crates. Somebody crawled off, left a trail of blood.
Eivor went and hid as a guest for food, while she overheard more talking.
Aud:Helgi, that fine mead you have. Pour me a horn, would you?
Helgi:I have ale for you, Aud. But no mead.
Aud:What? We had a whole cask.
Helgi:Gorm smashed it over Olav's head, right there in the storehouse.
Aud:Thor's hammer, I am done with this place. Send me home, Helgi. I heard Gorm took a strap to Olav?
Helgi:Yes. The fool stole goods to trade with the skraelingjar (natives).
Aud:So Gorm dragged him off to the storehouse for a beating? That explains the mess.
Eivor:This Olav was trading with locals. Good to know there are other folk around.
Eivor looked around more and found some scrolls she read.
Ripped Letter Sister, Wish you were here, because I am in big trouble. Gorm found out about my trading venture, and now he wants to nail my head to a post. I need to get out.
Eivor:Finding Olav may be the key to finding Gorm. Or at least, a helpful ally.
Eivor investigated more and found a stump with a broken log.
Eivor:Someone picked the lock and got away. Or was hauled off. Could be a trail.
Eivor looked at two bloody crates blocking a low entrance.
Eivor:Someone broke through here, made quite a mess. Could be Olav went this way.
From this small entrance, Eivor slid under and found a crevice opening. As she went inside, Eivor found a trail filled with blood and footprints.
Eivor:This trail leads to high ground. Good, I can get my bearings.
As she continued down the trail, Eivor went around a cliff and admired the views she saw.
Eivor:Gods. Never have I seen such a place.
The trail went downhill as Eivor continued.
Eivor:Quiet. And not a stone building in sight.
Eivor found herself among the natives and two of their leaders.
Eivor:Those two carry themselves like leaders. It's worth a try.
Eivor approached these two native members.
Eivor:Hail friends. Do you ... do we understand one another?
The two leaders looked at each other and then the female leader spoke to Eivor.
As she walked with the village leader, Eivor heard a man's voice.
Olav:Nine days I hung in the tree! Nine days, you hear me!
Eivor:There is a language I know well. But the words are mind-sick.
The village leader spoke.
Konwahawíshon:Sathón:te' ken thí:ken? Rotia'tátkon. Satshétsen't tóka' enhskwé:ni'. Thó:ner é:ren enhtshia'tenhá:wihte' ne kèn:'en.
Olav:Then I threw my eye in the well! This is wisdom!
Eivor:Sounds like the ranting of a seer.
Both women entered the waterfall cave as the man looked over the fire. The villager left as Eivor went to the man.
Eivor:Who are you?
Olav:Olav, I am. Olav. Called the Unlucky, but don't you believe it.
Eivor:And where is-
Olav:Promise you will do it quick!
Olav kneeled down to Eivor.
Eivor:What?
Olav:Do not stab me from behind, drengr. Like Sigurd and the dragon. Please!
Eivor:I am not here to kill you. I have come for Gorm.
Olav:N-not here to kill me?
Eivor:Not today.
Eivor:O, stay clear of Gorm, then. He is not a good man, not a good man at all. Why would you need to see such a terrible man?
Eivor:It is a matter of honor, and Gorm owes me a great debt. Let us leave it at that.
Olav:O' good. Yes, yes. Honor is good. Olav will help. Olav will help you so much. Honor is the only thing, yes. The only thing.
Eivor:My reasons matter not. Will you help me find him or no?
Olav:O yes, yes! Olav is helpful. Olav helps in your nameless feud. Olav obeys! I will tell you everything, even the secrets of earth and sky!
Eivor:Do you always pry into the affairs of others?
Olav:No, no! Olav makes talk only. Olav has no one to talk to. I have hidden myself away, to wait for now, and think of riddles no one will hear. But I will help with your mysterious errand. I will, I will.
Eivor:I saw signs of a struggle at your camp. Did something happen between you and Gorm?
Olav:Nothing to speak of. He, uh, did not care for me trading with the villagers here. Beat me and put me in chains. I slipped away, free! Not so unlucky, am I? Still alive. Yes, still alive.
Eivor:Good. Point me toward Gorm.
Olav:Not possible. He is away. Far away at the camps in these woods. All well-guarded. Might be at any one.
Eivor:Why camps? Is he settling here? Or searching for something?
Olav:Searching. Yes. Always searching. And never finding, the mean, mean bacraut (asshole).
Eivor:And how do I find these camps?
Olav:I can show you. Follow, follow, follow.
Eivor followed Olav out of the waterfall cave.
Eivor:Olav, would you tell me something?
Olav:Anything Olav can tell, Olav will tell, my new and big friend!
Eivor:Why would Gorm cross the sea to this nameless wilderness? It seems a great risk for so little.
Olav:Gorm carries with a crystal that talks. It tells him where to go and what to do!
Eivor:A talking crystal?
Olav:It is truth! The elf-stone tells him to seek, and so he seeks. And when it says dig, he digs. Such a mystery!
Eivor:What is he digging for?
Eivor:That is a mystery he will not tell. But my guess is the best guess. He seeks the door to Jotunheim.
As they walked across the natives' trails, Olav showed Eivor one of Gorm's camps.
Olav:Look! Out across the river. One of Gorm's camps. All look like that. All of them.
Eivor:They are well-guarded, you say?
Olav:O yes. By fierce men. Warriors who attack any stranger on sight. Any one! And they are all well-armed. Not like you! As well-equipped like a stable hand.
Eivor:You are not wrong. I could use better weapons.
Olav:Olav will help. Gather ore and hides to barter for war gear.
Eivor:Ore and hides, I can find out there?
Olav:Yes yes! Some in the woods. Much more at Gorm's camps. Then trade it all with the people here. Easy as a smile, yes, yes.
Eivor:I don't understand their language. Can you translate for me?
Olav:No need, no. We talk with signs. Just walk up to a trader and start trading. Take this. Some goods to get you started.
Olav handed Eivor some goods to start her trading.
Eivor:Thank you for this, Olav. And until I say otherwise, speak nothing of this to anyone.
Olav nodded yes.
Eivor:Might be a good idea to trade, now that I am here.
Outcome
Eivor investigated both settlements of travellers and the natives of Vinlan. Eivor found an ally, Olav, who showed Eivor where to start her search to kill Gorm.