The continued adventures of not Vikings

[Thistle]

"Alright, sure." Thistle says, just rolling with this as more of the same in a long, long list of 'weird things that Acren nobles do.' She unwinds a muddy scarf from around her neck and hands it over to him. "But, uh, we're going to talk more later about this 'spread Her word' stuff- I'm planning on returning here at some point after this."

She waves down the medic again. "So, when exactly is he going to be able to get up and walk around?"