*Erik*
“What are you working on?” I ask my old friend as I walk into the barn. He’s building a frame of some sort.
He looks up at me, almost panicked. “You aren’t supposed to see this. It’s something your wife asked for help with.”
I furrow my brow. Why is Ellie keeping something from me? Anders answers me before I can even ask the question.
“She thinks the people do not like her. She wants to do something for them without you, the Jarl, being involved. It seemed important to her.”
I sigh. They did not immediately love her as I thought they would, but they didn’t seem upset. “And you can’t tell me anything?”
“She wants to hang fish on the edge of the mountain to salt them,” he begins with a sigh. That sounds crazy, but I continue to listen. “The wind is salty. She said she n
