Meanwhile ...

The longhouse was now crowded. Between the war band, sleeping folk and the loot the place was to bursting. The longhouse was magically sealed, each board, beam, and stones embedded in the stamped down dirt floor were carved with runes to keep out the cold and keep the heat in. Generations of magic rested in the longhouse for those with the nose to sense it. To anyone else, the play was unusually warm with a bright cheery fire crackled at the heart of the longhouse and the inescapable smell of stew.

It had been a … interesting … time housing the sleeping party. Their motley crew was the center of discussion. They were all lined up against the wall on low cots with blankets, the exception, of course, being the Jotun who was on a pallet.

The chatter was in hushed whispers some though killing them would be for the best that there should where go to be tainted for walking into the dishonorable land of the dead. Others thought they had a god reborn on their hands and was worthy of their care and respect. It didn’t help matters when one of the females, the dwarf, and her belly swelled rapidly with what seemed like with a child. Then the half elf’s blade shattered and one of the males up and just vanished!

Then the light show outside, where the shadow of what could only be best described as a dragon flew through the sky. Needless to say, the war band was edge and Olin was only answering with a shrug. The fact was he only knew so much and was not will to delve into the realm they wander willingly into. Not when they would wake up … eventually. Unless they all vanish like their male compatriot, which could happen and the problem would resolve itself!

In the end, the warbands leader’s decision remained the same. The Jotun was the their honored guest and if this was his war band they were ALSO honored, guests! Be he a god, demigod or a force of nature was debatable but the Leader did want a one pissed at his tribe.

So that sat whispering and muttering to their drinks as there meal cooked. Occasional glances shot to the sleeping party to see what other crazy thing might happen. Olin though remained calm and cool like it was any other day, the scraping of his tool as he focused on working on a new stone rune for their return back to Midgard.