Are
"I know only that I should have drowned, but instead I woke up here. Be it Niflheim or not, I can not see what else could've sent me here." he explained, unable to scratch his stubble he settled on chewing the inside of his chin as he pondered if there was more to the whole event. Perhaps something beyond what he knew that pulled him here. Something more than a grim prank played by bored gods or a fluke to send him hurtling through the world tree's branches. Only something equally powerful could set it right...
Suddenly aware of the hand grabbing at his sodden tunic he reached down and offered a thick finger and a warm smile to the boy. "The galdr is a song of great power, when a völva, a..." he paused, searching for the right word in the newfound tongue. Witch! Yes, she weaves her magics to preform great deeds. Raising the dead, and protecting from great harm, but also to curse those who slight her. Are explained to the boy in his best impression of the storyteller Roar, the one who had taught Are about magic using the very same words.
Suddenly aware of the hand grabbing at his sodden tunic he reached down and offered a thick finger and a warm smile to the boy. "The galdr is a song of great power, when a völva, a..." he paused, searching for the right word in the newfound tongue. Witch! Yes, she weaves her magics to preform great deeds. Raising the dead, and protecting from great harm, but also to curse those who slight her. Are explained to the boy in his best impression of the storyteller Roar, the one who had taught Are about magic using the very same words.
