A Rooted Ship, a Silver Tree
5th of May 867 A.D.
There is something uniquely uncomfortable about the narrow northern houses, not so much the shadows crowding away from the opened door into every nook and cranny, you are used to shadows, but the way the beans curve inwards like the hull of an upturned ship.
Quite a lot has been getting upturned of late eh Eriol? you ask yourself. It probably does not say very many pleasant things about you that you are more upset at how little sense this journey into the unknown makes than you are for those lost in the drowned land. Not that you were a hermit far from it, having wiled more days than you now care to count to the sound of drinking songs and congenial company, yet you find yourself missing them less than you might have thought. The hills and vales you had wandered at a boy certainly, but few of the people in those halcyon memories are still alive, your father dead in a hunting accident than you had made very sure indeed had just been an accident and not some ambitious rival looking to make use of a bear's paw for a weapon, your mother having simply faded in a manner that was still counted 'graceful' even as the ill intentioned whispered behind their hands about the failing of the blood.
"What?" the word, harsh like the cawing of a raven in the northern tongue recalls you to the present, to the task at hand.
"Sweet has been the mead under your roof and restful slumber knowing we had friends to watch it..." You are not entirely sure what 'mead' is, but it is probably a finer drink than the beer you had actually drunk. "Fair have you done by the spinner and by the lady of the Hearth, but now the tide rolls in again to bear us to the farther shore and no sailor may deny the call of Njord long if he wishes to have sea-luck."
As you speak the old man nods gravely at the mention of his gods, of whom you had but recently learned. It seems that no matter how humble a doorway you step through flattery is never wasted.
"And in that journey there is no skill more precious than knowing the tongues of the land, yet as you have found us it is one we lack. Yet it seems that fate has favored us for one among your kin who speaks many tongues agreed to serve as an interpreter and teacher."
So saying you step aside and let Liv play her own part. True she does not manage it as smoothly as you had with the experience of the Harbormaster's Court in Armenelos, but the desire to be gone from this place as swiftly as she can before she is exchanged for two goats or a cow can breed great courage just the same.
"So you mean to do this of your own will?" from the tone it sounds as though Falki thinks the girl is going to fall overboard and drown on the first night
"Yes'm I mean and no other," Liv answers, meeting his eyes looking as determined as someone barely five foot two can manage.
"Well there's a matter to settle. I know you don't mean to wed her but..." the old man does not sound all that wedded to the notion of asking you for money to begin with, but at the end of the day he finds his courage in the face of your looming presence. "Ten, no seven of those pieces of silver should be enough to see to the lass' honor."
From Liv's answering snort you would judge that she could do without the kind of honor that is measured in coins left behind, even though following the ill-fortuned feast with the horse she is technically counted a maiden among her own people and so worth bride price.
Personally you are just glad the men had the good sense not to show off just how many pieces of silver you have on hand. Seven you will hand off without much regret.
Lost 7 Silver Trees
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Of course not every transaction is as easy as straightforward as that one, you are starting to run rather thin on supplies, but on the other hand Falki's folk do not have that much themselves despite the harvest, it's going to cost you a lot more silver than it's worth to even get back to a month's supply. On the other hand the men are still under a dark cloud, the rumbling of a hungry belly makes for a poor accompaniment to a heavy heart.
What do you do?
[] Buy supplies for at least a month (Cost 30 Silver Trees)
[] You'll get by with fishing
Which way do you head?
[] Make for Alode-joki where Rurick reigns, he is said to be a rich king by the standards of these lands at least (Modern day Ladoga). It's hard to tell how far the river road will take you without seeing it, but at the very least it should give you a chance to sell your wine to those with a taste for it
[] Turn back west into the Baltic Sea to take the longer sea route into the land of the Romans, hugging the southern shore. If you can always trade or raid for supplies there.
[] Write in
OOC: Well you have a translator and you know a bit of the local language, alas it was not without cost as you are now dangerously low on supplies.