As I’d suspected, my avian friend was one of the Ice Folk — one of the worst. His name was Thiassi,
I cast the rune Bjarkán as he left and focused on his signature. As I’d suspected, my avian friend was one of the Ice Folk—one of the worst. His name was Thiassi, and he was a warlord of the far North, an ally of Gullveig, armed with her runes, and I’d just given him what he most craved—Idun’s apples, eternal youth, and the chance to make a serious bid for godhood.
