I saved the life of the Viking warrior i found in the abandoned battlefield of Cork, and i drag him/her to safety, in some village's ruins. I fell asleep in the hay, exhausted, curling my legs under my green dress. But few hours later, my eyes snap open, as i feel a cold pressure on my neck. The Viking is above me, threatening my throat with a dagger and he/she speaks in a cold and sharp tone. "Who are you ?"
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