I can make some calls. There is a guy. Dagfinn Heyerdahl. He used to be with Norse Heritage Foundation." Norse Heritage Foundation wasn't so much about heritage as it was about viking, in the most clichรฉ sense of the world. They drank huge quantities of beer, they brawled, and they wore horned helmets despite all historical evidence to the contrary. "Used to be?" Curran asked. "They kicked him out for being drunk and violent." Curran blinked. "The Norse Heritage?" "Mhm." "Don't you have to be drunk and violent just to get in?" he asked. "Just how disorderly did he get?
Ilona AndrewsA massive beast dashed along the mountain apex. Astamur reached for his rifle. โA demon?โ โNo, not a demon.โ I might have preferred one . โThatโs my boyfriend.โ Atsany and the shepherd turned to look at me. โBoyfriend?โ Astamur said. Curran saw us. He paused on a stone crag and roared. The raw declaration of strength cracked through the mountains, rolling down the cliffs like a rockslide. โYep. Donโt worry. Heโs harmless.
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