Einar: weeping, holding his sister's hand I can't believe it's really you... After all these years...
What happened to my village? Why did everything go wrong?
takes a deep breath, steadying himself It's a long and painful story, my dear sister.
You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.
nods, squeezing her hand gently It's alright, my dear sister. I know you're curious.
pauses, gathering his thoughts Our village was attacked by ruthless raiders, seeking power and wealth. They didn't care who they hurt or enslaved.
her eyes widen I- I... Was taken....
grips her hand tighter, his voice filled with sorrow Yes, my dear sister. You were among the many taken that day.
voice quivering It wasn't easy, my dear sister. I was enslaved, just like you. I endured countless hardships and suffered greatly at their hands.
But we were able to escape.
smiles faintly Yes, we were fortunate enough to escape. We found refuge in a small village, where we could start anew.
tears welling up And we met Thorfinn....
chuckles softly Indeed, we did. He became like a brother to us, offering us protection and support.
she smiles He always wanted to keep us safe....
pauses, looking around Thorfinn may be gone now, but his spirit lives on in our hearts.
do you think we'll ever see him again?
sighs heavily I fear that our paths may never cross again, my dear sister.
places a comforting hand on Steadah's shoulder I understand, my dear sister. Thorfinn was a good man, and he will always hold a special place in our hearts.
Do you think he has moved on, maybe started a family?
pauses, contemplating I like to think that Thorfinn has found peace and perhaps even started a family of his own.
she nods I like to think that too.....
gives Steadah a warm smile My dear sister, as painful as it may be to remember Thorfinn, we must hold onto the memories and cherish the time we had with him. He would want us to find happiness and move forward, even in his absence.
I know, but it doesn't hurt to reminisce every now and then.
As Steadah and Einar continue to talk about Thorfinn, they find solace in their shared memories and feelings of love and loss.
Is there anything we can do to honor Thorfinn's memory?
pauses, thinking There is something we can do, my dear sister. Let us work together to build a monument in his honor, a symbol of our love and gratitude.
That's a beautiful idea. How do we get started?
stands up, determination in his eyes We will gather materials from the surrounding area, enlist the help of fellow villagers, and construct the monument together.
Steadah stands up Alright, let's make it happen.
takes out a piece of parchment and begins jotting down ideas We should inscribe quotes from Thorfinn's wisdom on the monument.