OPEN STARTER || FOLKMOOT / ÞING
eirik tried oh so very hard not to roll his eyes. dispute over a godsdamn cow. cut the damn thing in half if they both wanted it so bad. he sat up straight and leaned forward on his knees before looking both men up and down.
“JUST BECAUSE THE ANIMAL WALKED ON YOUR LAND, DOES NOT MEAN IT BELONGS TO YOU, TORSTEIN. GIVE THE MAN HIS ANIMAL BACK. I’LL HEAR NO MORE OF IT.” torstein looked a little miffed, but eirik didn’t care. let him bitch and moan to his family and talk of rebellion over a fucking cow. see how far that got him.
the men left eirik’s presence, and he stepped down to grab a large horn of drink and downed half of it. “KING EIRIK. SETTLER OF COW DISPUTES. WHAT AN EXCITING LIFE I LEAD, NO?” he said to the person next to him.