"Aye, but I don't care. I need to sit down." He chuckled.
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Kodran was snoring away, asleep in his chairs. His snores were on par with chainsaws or lawnmowers. In his dreams, he was in Valhalla, chatting with one of his best friends and fellow berserker, Ivaar. They were trading tales of battle, and having a drink in front of a fire. It was nice for Kodran to catch up with his friend. "Ivaar, I musst tell you, I am going on a mission with the Valkyeries-"
"Ha! Got ya trained already, 'ave they?" Ivaar's voice had a bit of an Irish accent, as his mother was from the Emerald Isle. Kodran smiled.
"Aye, I suppose they have. But, We're investigating some missing soldiers. D'you have any advice?"
"Hmm..." Ivaar stroked his beard in thought. "A'm gonna tell ya wot A've always said: Bring yer axe." Kodran chuckled. "Benbryter's never left me side."
"Good. That axe of yer's... well, they don't call it Bone Breaker for nuttin'. See you next time you die." Kodran nodded, and woke up. He held Benbryter to the light. Satisfied, the put it back down, and shut his eyes.
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