A Tale of Two Vikings

It was a cool misty morning, fog settling in outside of Jurgen's tavern as he finished up his daily tasks. Removing flagons from idle tables he'd
diligently use a piece of hide from an elk to remove any excess spills. The motion was monotonous, he did it nearly every day and would expel
a heavy sigh in retaliation to his mundane existence. A knock was heard at the door followed by the heavy heave of wood being forced open from outside.
Grogen made his way into the tavern, a heavy-set man wearing a collection of fur and leathers to stave off the cold. He'd sit himself at a chair, barely able to fit in it.
"Mor'n Jurgen"

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