Kael chuckled under his breath, the rim of his cup pausing just at his lips. The tavern still burned with life but right outside. outside the moon hung low and wide, like a silver shield in the sky. Stars blinked above the rooftops, and the streets of the northern hold were quiet but for three voices making their way out of the tavern and stumbling through the silence. Kael staggered on the left, steady but swaying, his cloak dragging behind him. Vigdis leaned to the right, humming a half forgotten ballad about a shieldmaiden who once drank a frost giant under the table. Between them, Astrid had her arms hooked around their shoulders, keeping both men from falling and yet barely walking straight herself. "Kael, son of snow and storm," "oh... sorry I head the men called you son of the North,"she slurred, laughing. "You walk like a half frozen elk that forgot its legs." "And you," Kael grunted, elbowing her lightly, "smell like a goat that bathed in mjød." Vigdis roared with