"Three wives," Olaf sat on his roof with a large jar of ale between his legs and his son sitting a few paces away with the same as they both stared across the fields at the small cabin that Sol and everyone else was in. "I have faith in my ability to perform but that boy amazes me."
"That one who works the field with Dina; Sara, isn't she a bit cute?" Berk asked taking a large sip of his drink and looking at his father.
"She has already expressed her distaste at the mere mention of courting, it is unfortunate son, but the only way you have a single one of those four women is by force, and I am sure you've already realised it, right?" Olaf looked to the skies with a serious expression.
