Stigandr sits as still as a statue, barely even moving his eyelids enough to blink. He was your friend — maybe still is — and to see him reduced to such a state, from the joyful, vibrant boy he was...
You miss your friend, you miss Stigr.
"Stigandr..." You're not sure how to begin, so you do as you always have and barged forth, full speed ahead, "he has nidheart and-"
The Seeress sucks in a great lungful of air, as if tasting it for some undefinable thing. She winces, face pinched tight like she tasted something sour. "That is nidheart... but something else lurks within."
She reaches over and taps the side of Stigandr's head, on a spot right next to his eye. His vision glazes over and he slumps back into his chair, eyes gazing listlessly at nothing in particular. A sharp snap sounds out as a sudden sharp pain rises in your hand. Glancing down, you find crushed armrests in your grip.
The Seeress raises a brow and an embarrassed heat rises on your cheeks. "If you had waited a few more months, then there would be nothing I could do to help him. Fortunate that you got him to me in time, then."
"W-what's wrong with him?" You ask, eyes locked to Stigandr's frozen form. Whatever she did, it's almost like he's... not *unconscious*, per se, but more like he's... just not there.
"I put him into a slumber by removing his consciousness," she shakes a ceramic jar suddenly in her hands — where she got it from you've no idea. "This way, the nidheart can't progress any further, which allows me all the time I need to identify the source." She pauses, quirking her head to the side as something comes to mind. "And discuss payment, of course."
You suck a breath in. "Of course."
"You can pay in silver or in commodities, as you are already doing work for me. If you want me to explain what I do, then it will cost double." Abjorn looks at you, curiosity clear as day in his eye as the Seeress finishes speaking. You should probably tell him about Horra, one of these days.
'And me,' Blackhand adds. A soft, coy smile spreads across the Seeress' face.
'And how was sex on the receiving end, Hallr?' Her voice whispers in your head as Blackhand sputters and curses. 'After all, you've been giving for almost your entire existence.'
Blackhand grits his teeth. 'Can we please talk payment, now?'
'Of course.'
How do you want to pay for Stigandr's treatment, if at all?
[ ] (Stigandr) Pay with Silver (6oz)
-[ ] (Optional) Double it to get a breakdown of what's happening (12oz)
-[ ] (Optional Write in) If you don't have the Silver coins on hand, then you can pay in/supplement with bullion.
[ ] (Stigandr) Pay with Farm Commodities (Write in)
-1 Cattle would be enough, 2 for double
[ ] (Stigandr) Don't pay, leave him to his fate
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"Um, one more thing," you ask after finalizing everything, "well, two more things, technically."
The Seeress raises a brow. "Go on."
"First, can you tell me something about my future children?" Abjorn stares at the ceiling.
She snorts. "They'll have red hair, next question."
You blink as Blackhand laughs. '*Can't argue with that, the red breeds true!*'
"Uh, can you unveil Abjorn's fylgja?"
"Three silver, take it or leave it." She crosses her arms, squinting at you.
[ ] (Fylgja) Take it (3oz)(Abjorn gets a Fylgja)
[ ] (Fylgja) Leave it
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AN: You don't get to choose Abjorn's fylgja
Also, please vote by plan
No moratorium.