The houses that made up that village, located to the northwest, were blue and around them, there was a thick celestial circle, made with a stroke much thicker than the rest of the drawing.
"What will it ever be? Maybe a wall, or another kind of barrier to defend the village..." Dag thought aloud, while Thalos, intrigued and tired, sat down beside him, waiting for some caress.
Continuing to follow the distances depicted on the parchment with his finger, Dag discovered that on the other side, to the northeast, beyond the mountains he could see, there were two other villages, but both drawn with another color, red.
"Hey, you! Lone wolf!"
A voice distracted him and he turned back, noting that Freydis, not finding him among the other warriors, had gone out to look for him.
"Hey!" he smiled, as his girlfriend sat next to him, on the cold rock of the little mountain.
