“Just ‘cos it’s his thing doesn’t mean you can’t do it,” Astrid says, a blithe pronouncement. “People like to share their hobbies, y’know? Have something to bond over, or whatever. My uncle kept trying to get me into his but I was shite at reading and runes. I like to carve stuff, though, and made a few figurines but they were lost in the…”
She gestures to hunched rubble of the Gallows residential towers across the island. RIP.
“Anyway, so’s I could teach you if you wanted. Maybe not with the akvavit, alcohol and sharp blades and fine movements probably don’t go together—”
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She gestures to hunched rubble of the Gallows residential towers across the island. RIP.
“Anyway, so’s I could teach you if you wanted. Maybe not with the akvavit, alcohol and sharp blades and fine movements probably don’t go together—”