“I can go no further,” Guthbrandr announced. “Ahead you will find… me, for lack of a better term. Take care that you, yourselves, do not become infected by its poison: I think even your Valkyrie’s feather would fail to keep you sane then. And know that I lay no more claim to anything in there which has survived these centuries.”
“You have our thanks.” Einarr inclined his head to the gruff old man.
He chuckled darkly. “I should be thanking you, I think. If you think I’ve made your journey easier…”
“I think you’ve made our continued journey possible, at this point. Which is a fair sight better than driving ourselves mad with endless sailing.”
The old man shook his head, still chuckling. “Well – never mind. If you win, you’ll not see me again, so this is farewell.”
With that, the shade that was all that remained of Guthbrandr…
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