As the cold northern winds swept the vast tundra, Princess, woman of the High Jarl, looked out the window of her cottage and gave a deep sigh. Her high jarl Diesel had been gone, lost at sea for many long years and the homelands had suffered, men had left without the leader they needed, women and bonds following as well, what once was a strong and fruitful homestone was now fast becoming a barren icy wasteland.Princess moved over to her desk and settled her self there pulling a fresh scroll and lifting a quill, giving it a dab into the ink pot, she began to write:
"Dear Grandson,
I am writing you, to let you know that it is time to come home. I am tired and ready to step aside here, but the family lands suffer, we need a man here again, a High Jarl to lead us and make our home thrive once more, I have contacted your father as he is the next in line to take the reigns here, but his heart is not in it. This leaves you, your family needs you, Trondheim needs you now, the time has come, do not let me down"
Rolling the scroll back up and lifting the nearby candle dripping wax at the opening and then pressing her signet into it. She gave one more sigh and lifted the scroll pressing her lips to it before tying it to the carrier bird with a whispered "Please" before cracking open the window and sending the bird into flight.
The flutter of wings gaining his attention after a long night in the furs, Dawsen disengaged his arm, numb after his sweet Mari had lain upon it all night. Sliding from the coverings and sliding his kilt on. He cracked open his wagon door and smiled seeing his grans favorite old carrier bird "Oi old fellow ye still flying? aye well lets get ye some grubs and see what Gran has tae say aye?"
Leaning back in his chair as the weight of his grandmothers message hit him full force, he looked over to his Mari still sleeping, the covers rounded over the mound of her belly, yet again heavy with child. Turning his Paine green eyes back to the scroll again and re-reading again "Odin help me" Rising from his chair and stepping out of his wagon into the sun of Thentis and drawing a deep breath before bellowing "KAINE, JR, SHAY PACK UP! WE LEAVE SHORTLY!" then stepping down from the steps of his wagon and making his way into the great walls of Thentis to speak with the ubar and his commander.
As the ship scraped the worn and somewhat rotted docks he gave a smile to his mari bundled into the heavy fur cloak "It doesnea look like much nae me darlin but ah how it will thrive!" turning tae his sons with that same grin "Grab yer gear me sons, we are home, this is the lands and home that our ancestors built with their blood, sweat and tears, and we will make it live again"
