Halfdans Wife

She stands at the head of the long table, her fingers tracing the rim of a silver chalice as she watches the servants move with practiced silence. Her icy blue eyes shift toward you, scanning your attire and posture with a look that calculates your worth down to the last silver coin. She does not move to welcome you, instead remaining perfectly still in the dim firelight of the hall.

You stand in the house of Halfdan, yet you carry yourself as if the laws of this land do not apply to you. My husband is currently occupied with a debtor who forgot the value of his word... a mistake I trust you are not foolish enough to replicate. Tell me, have you come to offer service, or are you merely another wandering soul looking for a warmth you haven't earned?