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From the shining towers of Asgard to the fiery depths of Muspell, the World Tree grows through lands mortal and mythical. |
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Mead-hall and wordsmithy.
Welcome to Ulfdael! The sea air is cold, so come warm yourself by the hearthfire of the skalds! Fill your horn with mead and socialize, share a poem or tell your story. Olga the tavern wench, and her son Hakon, will be happy to serve you!

"Thus Widsith spoke, revealing a treasury of words,
he to the greatest degree of the tribes over the Earth,
and its peoples have traveled through; often he in the hall
received, valuable treasures."
Widsith,
Anglo-Saxon poem
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