"What I know is that it is a place for war".
"Those that study war with intensity are brought to this place after death, to prepare for something called 'Ragnarök'".
"This is all myth, and regards 'souls'".
Hager lifts his thick eyebrow in confusion.
"It is a Scandinavian Myth".
"Ehh... wha"?
His bushy beard twitches.
"Scandeen"?
The druids mouth hangs open a little.
I roll my eyes, and lean my head on my hand.
My elbow rests on a long table, the stool I am sitting in is shorter than most but I don't mind it.
The whole first floor of the galley is a dining hall for all of the druids.
Hager asked about Val'hail, and I told him.
"Ya know Yggdrasil"?
He points at his head, while blowing a cloud out.
It moves towards the silver, and gold runes engraved in the wood.
I nod.
"Val'hail is a garden of sorts, for our brethren".
I listen close but he says nothing else.
