There was silence for a while.
The old Norn seems comfortable with the silence. Only the sound of the wind and the sound of the wolves that sometimes roam around the area could be heard.
The raven sometimes squawks and the wolves sometimes growl.
But Fareon seem dazed before he regains his calm a few second later
The old man Norm look at him and spoke
"that is who your son will meet. The Son of Storms"
Fareon tightened his jaw before he asks
"Which son?"
The old Norn smiles and ten he spoke again
"The Ninth Son shall suffer and he shall be cursed. A brother blood spilled; a curse followed"
"A daughter wed; the lineage of Son of Storms shall rise. From east to west, from north to south, the lineage shall spread all over"
"The Ninth Son" The Old Norn muttered again and the old Norm smiles.
And then he walks away. For some reason Fareon did not dare to stop the old Norn
