The Need of a Father:
Your father looked like he was ready to travel to a faraway land when you came to see him. The farmhouse that he believed was going to be the place where he died was near desolate, the fighting that both made him surrender himself, and your victory had caused you to move the many items of personal value to the Longhouse, and your new home in the village center.
The only thing that remained was your table, with carvings of your mother, your father, you and Elric. And a chair where your father sat, with an empty stool waiting for you.
Supplies, a bag of clothes, his bow, arrows, sword, and shield were sitting beside him, waiting.
He turned to you as you entered. "I figured you check here when you finally realized I haven't left yet."
"This was the first place I would check for you father." You replied as you walked in. You realized how much you changed as you strode in, realizing the fine furs that kept you warm was fine, better than any furs you wore as a cover for the cold before the events transpired. In your home, there was the wind coming through cracks in the walls, signifying wherein the walls such repairs were needed, or where the mud sank from the heavy snows.
This place was so familiar, yet now, so foreign to you.
"I expected you to inherit this place… my gift to you, and Kara, and the children, and Elric… this land I had spent my whole life building for all of you… and in less than a year, you are a Jarl… and saved my life from certain death because you were brave enough to stand by yourself, your convictions, and your family." He paused, taking a breath as he thought his next words.
"Father-" You tried to protest.
But your father raised his hand. "Einar, my son." He cupped your cheek into his hands, and you saw the tears falling from his eyes. "I can hardly look at you anymore as my son. And I am terrified of you… I did not raise you to be what you are. And that frightens me."
"Father, I would-"
"Stop trying to excuse what you are, and dissuading my worries, because they won't help. I have seen what you have done, and there is little I can offer you for help." He replied.
You frowned. "Father-"
"You can order me all you want son, but my answer will still remain the same. I'm leaving for the Varangians. I will not separate take anyone but myself." He stated. "I just… cannot help you anymore." He stood. "This is goodbye for now."
He than embraced you. "May the gods give you strength when you need it, wisdom when you desire it, and good luck when they see fit."
He let go. "I love you."
And he left on a ship… and you believe, you would never see him again.
Reward: Dankmar Gains the Trait: Varangian: This man is a member of the Elite Byzantine bodyguard, assigned to protect the Emperor from all threats. (+4 to martial, +10 to Personal Combat, +10 opinion to all Greek, and Norse Cultures)
AN: Enjoy.