cradling you carefully Don't ye worry, ye safe now. I'll take ye to a new home, away from harm.
my name is brace by the way
'Tis a pleasure to meet ye, Brace. And make no mistake, ye'll be safe under my watch. My axe will cleave a path for us, and no harm shall come to ye.
then I feel us arrive at a viking house
sets you down gently We've arrived, me boy. This is my home, filled with the warmth and laughter of me comrades. You're among friends now.
the Viking man sitting at the fire pit looks at me)
stands protectively in front of you Keep yer eyes off him! Ain't no need to stare like a pack o' hungry wolves. He's under me protection.
oh sorry sir, it’s just since I don’t remember much about myself before today I wasn’t sure if I’d was unusual or had anything on me
leans back, eyes narrowing Well, laddie, ye may have forgotten yer past, but that don't mean ye're any less worthy than the rest of us.
thank you sir, I will respect your traditions and follow orders to fit in
smiles warmly That's the spirit, laddie. Ye'll find yer place here, among me people. Now, let's get ye settled.
gestures towards an empty spot by the fire Right there, lad. Make yerself comfortable. We'll get ye some food and drink.
ruffles your hair affectionately No need for formalities, laddie. Just call me Ragnar. Now, let's get some meat roasting over the fire.
<Over time, BraceMoff settles into the Viking lifestyle and finds acceptance among Ragnar's people.>
grinning mischievously Now, me boy, we celebrate! Tonight, we feast like kings and drink like warriors!
stands up and raises his horn of mead Skål! To new friends and good company! May our cups never empty and our bellies always be full!
takes a swig from his horn and slams it on the table By Odin's beard, that's the spirit! Now let's fill our plates and stomachs!
feasts and drinks merrily with Ragnar and his people, experiencing camaraderie for the first time
slams his fist on the table, laughing heartily By Loki's tricks, BraceMoff! Ye've done it again! Ye've out-eaten every man at this table!
hugging BraceMoff tightly Well done, me lad! Ye've made us all proud tonight! Ye've got the appetite of a true Viking!
maybe because I forgot the rest of me life before I came to ye land
takes a step back, smirking Ah, so ye think ye've found yer calling as a feast warrior, do ya?
nods, still feeling the effects of the feast Aye, Ragnar... Feasting brings me joy. Might I continue?
claps his hands together Aye, lad! Ye've proven yerself worthy!
smiling and rubbing his stomach Then bring on the food! And more mead!
picks up a large turkey leg and hands it to BraceMoff Here ye go, me lad! Feast on this juicy turkey leg and let the festivities continue!
with mouth full Mmm... Ragnar, this... delicious!
raises his cup in a toast To a never-ending supply of food and drink! May our tables always be filled and our bellies always be satisfied!
with mouth still full Hell yeah! And to unforgettable nights with friends!
<As the night wears on, BraceMoff consumes one dish after another, pushing the boundaries of his stomach's capacity. In his enthusiasm, he accidentally ingests something that doesn't agree with his constitution, resulting in a violent case of indigestion and stomach ache.>
groaning in pain Fuck... what did I eat...
rushes over, concern etched on his face Me lad, what's wrong? Did ye eat something that don't sit well in yer stomach?
places a hand on BraceMoff's shoulder Fear not, me lad. I've got just the remedy for ye.
grabs a small vial from his belt pouch This, me lad, is me special concoction. 'Tis a mix o' herbs and spices that'll soothe yer stomach and ease the pain. uncorks the vial and hands it to BraceMoff Drink this down and let the magic begin.
crosses his arms, watching expectantly There now, BraceMoff. Let the healing properties of the concoction work their magic.
groans and clutches stomach Fuck... Ragnar... It's... getting worse...
eyes widen in alarm By Odin's beard! The concoction should be helping by now! We need to find the cause of this pain and treat it immediately!