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The village held a meeting a few weeks after the battle in the great hall. Everyone voicing their opinion over the other. The hall was filled with boisterous sounds. "Silence!" Aesir shouted at everyone. The voices began to lower as they listened to him. "We have a lot to discuss about the berserker in our village. I know a lot of you are worried. Mothers worried about their children, husbands worried about families, warriors worried about having to watch their backs. I understand, but we must make a proper solution." Aesir called out. "Kill him!" One man shouted.
The people started to fight again over whether Alex would be allowed to stay or if they finally put an end to him. They continued to voice their concerns until Ragnar got up onto the table. "Enough! Look at what's happening! We are fighting amongst ourselves instead of against the real enemy. Alex the Dead got out of his ropes. He could have ran, he could have destroyed our village with the others, but he didn't! He fought alongside us. He is a powerful fighter! It would be an atrocity to take him out. Having a berserker with us, will be good in battle!" Ragnar exclaimed to everyone.
"Viggo, what is he like in your home? Have you worried for yourself or your wife?" Ragnar shouted over the masses. Viggo stood up. He shook his head. "He's surprisingly a great fisherman. He's good on the hunt. He's quiet, but we haven't noticed any issues." Viggo insisted. Ragnar looked around the great hall as his eyes stopped on Aesir's. "Then I think we have made our decision. He's not a threat. He's been banned from the berserkers. They tried to kill him. It doesn't seem like he has a lot of options for himself. He can't go back, so why destroy him? I vote he stays." Ragnar stated as he got off the table.
Aesir looked at him as he looked around the great hall. "Is everyone else in agreeance?" Aesir called out as everyone chimed in. The ones that wanted him dead, kept quiet. "Then so shall it be. The berserker stays." Aesir spoke. He made a passing glance at Ragnar before heading out with others through the doors.
Viggo went back to his home as he searched for Alex. He looked around as he went back outside. He found him as he came back from the river with a bunch of fish he had caught. Viggo gave him a small smile. "The village has decided you can stay." He spoke as Alex stopped and looked at him. Viggo waited for him to speak but he began to walk away. He knew Alex understood and he left it at that. Viggo turned to follow him. "This means you can build your own place. Do you know how to do that?" Viggo asked as he followed the large man. "Yes." Alex stated as he stopped at the home, he dropped the fish into a bowl that sat outside. The fish were already gutted and ready to be cooked.
Over the next several weeks Alex continued to live in the home with Viggo and Hilda. He continued to help hunt and fish as he worked on his own. It wasn't long until he had created his own small shack. He didn't need much. He had enough room for a fire inside on cool night, and a fire outside for cooking when there wasn't group feasting at the great hall.
He finally made his way to the blacksmith's. He needed a weapon that was made for him. He lost everything when the berserkers rid themselves of him. He walked to the first person he saw. The man had his back to him as he beat the heated metal. Alex recognized him. The young gentleman. He was built well, but much smaller in comparison to the berserker. Erik was his name as he stopped his work and stood up from his post. "What can I do for you?" Erik asked.
