"Bye, kid." Malakar said as he nodded in my direction.
The old dude who was the first primordial I talked to in my entire life decided to find me just when I was about to depart.
"Don't bring shame to your race." Dragnar commanded.
"Remember, it's okay to run away, and if the situation demands, you can get on your knees or even spread your legs! It's not gay if your life depends on it." Karl left me with his very valuable wisdom. He was promptly beheaded by the giant berserker, but none of us even blinked at the abrupt development.
He would heal soon enough and if not… that was fine too.
Both of my hands were occupied by my mothers, who were clutching at me, refusing to let go. Their eyes were teary with sorrow.
