After a refreshing light breakfast (a cold leg of boar, three aurochs horns of mead, four loaves of rye bread, seven apples, two more aurochs horns of ale, venison on toast and some of these "potatos") the red-bearded Germanic left his cabin and stepped out into the warm breezes blowing over the Phoenix's decks. He had to (politely) elbow a few people out of the way as the ship's compnay crowded the deck to get a view of the approaching disembarkation point. High stone walls, mountains towering in the distance, deep green forest and a high, clear blue sky - a beautiful day for some hiking.

He whistles for his wolves, Geri and Freki, and lets the ravens Hugin and Munin settle on his shoulders before striding off down the gangplank. No point in wasting any time ...