Arvhid would never have imagined that he would be so ecstatic to see those massive glacier cliffs that flanked the cold fjords leading to his birthplace ever again… Not in a million lives.
Back when he’d left Argant´s freezing shores behind along with Njál´s conquering expedition and headed to Emerland, he had promised himself that he would only set foot on those forsaken sands for long enough to get his family and take them back with him to their new, prosperous home.
But things hadn’t exactly turned out the way that he had expected. And even when, deep inside, he was dying to, Arvhid knew that he could never return to the place that had so warmly embraced him for more than a year, and which he’d just betrayed in such cold blood.
So, there he was instead, standing on the deck of a stol
