Nikola's POV.
I followed the formerly MIA warrior out to the back of the manor. We walked out towards the crypt. I could see the flicker of fairy lights and hear the faint sound of 'Wardruma' coming from inside the crypt. There is no better way to celebrate a Norse warrior – especially one with sacred blood. If you consider Melusine sacred that is. I definitely do, regardless of my irrational fear of snakes.
I glared at the greenhouse as I trudge past it. It's still basked in darkness though. At least he won't miss out on his presents.
"Nice party you got going here, Saley. I hope you remembered to get him –" I started to say.
"Hnefatafl? Ewe, I set up the board myself," he said. He smirked over his shoulder at me.
"What about the fishing rods, huh?" I asked. There's no way he would think to have those on hand.
