A wary traveller on the sim
First I was a-thinking, why aren’t there any biests here, and where are all the folks gone? Then I stopped short as I saw the ship. Vikings, here? I listened for sounds of a fight, but I couldn’t hear a thing. That’s strange, even stranger than all those plates with pictures and writings on them that were standing about.
But the big empty stone house with the ghastly half-roof was the weirdest thing of all. I didn’t go inside any of those houses, of course, the place was far too spooky for my liking.
Near the shore, next to an eery flat cow… there hung a Crucifix in the air. That did not soothe my nerves at all, although maybe it should have.
I’ve heard enough tales back at home to know when it’s healthier to leave a place, so I fled.
Fiona/Coin