Priest

Walking with Athena you lead a convoy of your followers out of the great hall and out into the cold air, your ice cold blue eyes adjusting to the light instantly, you walk hand in hand with Athena until you reach a large stable.

Entering the stable there is a young man with a thick rope tied tightly around his neck, his head is bald on his crown and his face clean shaven, he is dressed in a brown sheath wrapped around his body and tied in a simple knot was a yellow rope keeping his body covered.

“Wow...” Bran, your eldest son expelled as he approached the tied up prisoner, patting the top of his head.

“Why does he have stupid hair father? And why does he wear this?” Bran inquisitively asked whilst still patting the mans head.

“He is a priest” you answer with grit, “He doesn’t pray to our gods, he doesn’t know Hveðrungr, þrumur, sól or Ást” you smirk to the delight of your fellow kin.

The priest sits with an almost vacant look on his face staring wide eyed at the savage looking men and women around him.

“What is his name?” Bran asked stepping back from the priest, looking at with wonder and confusion.

“His name is Poitou’s but we should name him fífl” you laugh, causing all the men, women and children to copy you, smiling and laughing at the Priest, whilst grabbing Athena around the waist and bringing her into you hip.

“I am no fifl” the priest spoke up, pulling at the rope around his throat. “I am a traveling priest, teaching languages, spreading the word of the one god and his teachings” he finished, speaking your native tongue.