Yes, in the afternoon

After the Vikings left you walk back into the house and get into the stash of Crowns that your mother said was from your father. You hear the clinking form in the brown skin bag, and estimate there to be a good forty Crowns inside. You and your mother had lived simply, and she must have saved as much as possible for the last year as she got sick. She made the medicines last longer than was probably healthy just so she didn't have to spend that much on it. So she could save as much as possible for your trip to the Elflands.

You empty the skin bag into your hand, and you count out forty three coins. Easily enough for supplies, a horse and some leather armor.

You then leave your house and walk towards the magistrates house. Of course the guards don't let you, being that you are a monster, at least in their eyes. The magistrate comes out with a disdainful look on his face. "What do you want. We don't deal with your kind here, Halfy."

"I'm just here to inform you that my mother has passed, and that I am selling the house to leave." You say, biting down the flash of anger.

"Good riddance to you then. And to her. I'll give you five crowns for it. I can't sell the thing, it's tainted. We'll just use it as a park or something after tearing it down. You'll be leaving today then?" The old man says, and then fishes into his money pouch when a sword places itself against the old man's throat. "Urk...what?"

You glance at the arm that is holding the and notice the fair skin that the leather jerkin she is wearing covers, "You'd best hold your tongue old man. Or I shall be cutting it out. You dare speak ill of the people that have been keeping this village safe from the Mountain Kingdom for these past nineteen years?"

"Who are you?"

"I am Helga, daughter of the Clan Captain Haakon. And this child is his grandson, whether he wants acknowledge it or not. You will treat him with respect. And you will treat my departed baby sister with the same." The blond woman's voice was livid.

"You...you are my aunt?" You ask, astounded.

"Yes, child." She turns back to the Magistrate. You notice that a crowd is gathering, and the only thing holding them back is two other warrior women, younger than the one holding the magistrate at sword point. "Now, you will pay the boy ten Crowns for the house, and supply him with whatever he needs. Then you had better be ready for anything. As of this night this village is no longer under the protection of my father. And you are very close to the Mountain Kingdom. Very close."

"What? You can't..." one of the women in the crowd states.

"Those that wish to live have to move further north into our lands. Unless you actually trust this sniveling weasel to protect you from the Mountain hordes."

The same woman shrieks, "Give us a week! Please! I'll...I'll go away from here!"

"If I can convince my father you have it, but don't count on it. We've told him how this town has treated my sister, and my nephew and he is willing to assuage his own guilt by destroying the town himself. But he doesn't think that would let his daughter rest easy. For some reason she loved it here."

You nod, "She did...it was peaceful. No one bothered us really. Or at least didn't go out of their way to. If we went out and about it was a different story." You point to one of the guards, "He especially liked to torment us if we were out."

Helga glances at the man, "And he is not welcome in my father's lands. If we catch him trying to get in, he'll wish the Mountain Kingdom had come to kill him. And they don't kill quickly. Now get to it."

The Magistrate nods nervously and hands you ten crowns. "Tanner, get him your finest leather armor." A big smelly man (smelly from the tanning process) nods and walks off with his son, who he tells to get home and get packing. The Magistrate then orders the stable to get you a decent riding animal and some packs. Without being told the farmer's daughter, a sweet girl and possibly your only friend in the town, runs home to get some food for you.

The guard you pointed out earlier makes a move, reaching for his sword. Helga snorts at the action and kicks the magistrate out of the way of her sword. A quick parry by the warrioress and a chopping motion have the guard on the floor, his body at her feet, his head by the door. His sword clangs to the ground at your feet.

"She killed Jared...he was our best." one bystander says.

"If that was your best then I shall tell my father to send the rookies in to slaughter this town!" Helga says, seemingly in a berzerker rage.

The Farmers daughter returns with a sack of food. She tries to step passed one of the younger Viking ladies, but is stopped by a blade against her stomach, "Oh...I...I...I...g-g-g-got h-h-h-him s-s-s-s-some f-f-f-f-good...p-p-p-please don't..." she said her eyes wide in fear. "I...I want...to l-l-l-live..."

"Let her through, she was nice to me and my mother. She help us a lot over the last year." You say, concerned that the recent bloodshed may have made them go crazy.

"Thank you Jonas!" the farmers daughter says gratefully.

"Let her through." Helga says.

The girl walks over to you with a shy smile, "Here, Jonas. Can...can I ask you something?" she asks, her eyes unable to meet yours.

You take the bag and place it on the ground, "Sure."

"Can...can I go with you?" She asks, her eyes on the ground.