"It has been said that there are an array of different creatures and humanoid-like creatures in Mercia, and there's only a few of them we have dated." Thorvald read to himself.
"One of the most common creatures ever spotted is the "Dutch Mobster", they have skulls for faces and wear all black clothing, they usually dwell around in the woods or in the slums of towns." Thorvald reads again.
"Now why are they referred to as Dutch mobsters and not just mobsters? Well, it has been reported that they speak in Dutch amongst each other." Thorvald reads one last time and closes the book.
"Was I approached by a mobster?" Thorvald asks himself.
Saxa's door then swung open, Saxa came in with two of her friends around her shoulders and they were all drinking...
"What the fuck are you doing?" Thorvald asks Saxa.
"Oh come on! We're just having a little fun, care to join us?" Saxa asks.
"No, I've got some business to attend..." Thorvald says and gets up from the bed.
He tied his boots, threw on his coat and walked out to the location where he met the mobster...
5 minutes later...
When he arrived at the location, he decided to just wait around...
4 hours later...
"Wake up..."
"Huh, what?"
"Huh?! Where am I?"
"Calm down boy-"
Thorvald turned his face and realized it was the mobster, he felt a sense of relief...
"Alright-alright, I'm calm, where am I?"
"Did you read the book?" The mobster asks.
"Yeah, I figured out you are what they call a "Dutch Mobster." right?" Thorvald asks.
"Yup, correct, by the way, call me Arie..."
"Arie? I've never heard such a name before..."
"It's Dutch, that's why..."
Arie said and helped Thorvald up from the cold stone floor...
"Alright Arie, two questions, one, how can you speak Icelandic, two, where am I?"
"Alright, one, a "Dutch Mobster" like myself here can speak any language and two, you are in the slums of Virtue, a local town here in Mercia..."
"Wait what, your people, or your race can speak any language?"
"Yup..."
"Interesting, so then why are you guys referred to as Dutch then?"
"Um, well, if you look at my fedora, the Dutch flag is on it..."
Arie said and showed Thorvald the back of his fedora and there was a Dutch flag on it.
"Alright, why are you guys referred to as mobsters..."
"Because we do mob things..."
"Such as?"
"Racketeering, extortion, torture, executions, assassinations, kidnappings and arsonry..."
"Jesus..."
"Yeah, pretty tough info to swallow but that's how we make a living..."
"How do you make money from arson?"
"Let's say you come up to me, and you tell me you want Sandra's house burnt down, you pay me and in the next hour or so, Sandra won't have a house anymore..."
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Norse Nadir
AventuraA boy by the name of Thorvald, born and raised in Iceland, was a normal farmers boy, but he was betrayed and left behind to the ones he loved most, he then started his everlasting seeking vengeance quest, but that was his worst decision he ever made...
