"The Arochi?"
"Yes. The Arochi are brutes of people. They murder innocents, even if the innocent had not wronged them." Jordanes froze.
"Why would they attack your people? Have they altercated with you prior to that ambush?" Tóra questioned.
"Many years ago, the Arochi and Manimi served a devoted alliance to each other. They were like a true tribe, they were inseparable. The leaders of the tribes were siblings, the brother led the Arochi, his sister led the Manimi. As time passed, the Manimi loathed the animals they were becoming reformed to. The sister and her tribe decided that they would persuade the Arochi to change their ways and become amicable. But her brother was enraged, and they separated. From time to time, they attack our people, but when we lose a few of our people, more of us will arise." Jordanes explained.
Tóra gently laid her hand on his shoulder.
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"Telling me this. Your history. You are not the animal I was brought up to believe."
Jordanes huffed out a short laugh.
"Perhaps you are not the cold brutes I always believed you would be."
"Skíthaell." Tóra muttered jokingly.
"What?" Jordanes laughed. His dark eyes lightened.
"Good night." Tóra answered.
"Good night..." Jordanes paused as Tóra succumbed to sleep.
"Verdammt Mädchen." Jordanes mumbled in a giggle, before he fell into sleepiness.
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The Abduction of the Northmen
RandomTóra is a bewitching young Shield-Maiden who's father and grandfather are on a voyage to Germania. When the men of Tóra's village return, they have with them the handsome captive Jordanes, but many of the warriors are missing, including her father a...
