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Alarm bells were rung in the medieval village that you calls home as a boat was spotted coming ashore carrying Norsemen. The villagers scrambled and ran towards the beach ready to meet fierce resistance, only to find the danger was rather overstated... the people in the boat were just what appeared to be family: Hilda, and two older people, a man and a woman, who appeared to be her parents.
Even so, the peoples of the village didn't take kindly to Norsemen, who had ravaged their coasts for centuries, and had remained on guard. The man, Hilda's father Sigmund, stepped forth and began reasoning with the clearly wary locals, logically arguing that no Viking raid would possibly be comprised of just a man and two women.
After some more back and forth, Hilda and her family were begrudgingly given permission to begin setting up a hut nearby by the village elder, though it was clear that most of the village's inhabitants remained on guard, not at all fond of the new inhabitants.
[OOC: Time skips forward to the following morning.]
*Hilda exits her family's newly built hut with purpose, grabbing a sword on her way out. Desperately sad that she will now never realise her dream of becoming a warrior in Norway, Hilda has decided to spend the morning looking for an opportunity to prove herself to the inhabitants of the village in her new home in England.**Hilda prowls around the village paths, trying to look intimidating, but most of the villagers seem unimpressed. Unhappy with some of the disapproving looks she was getting, and seeing no signs of disturbance or trouble inside the village, Hilda heads to the outskirts of the village.**As she reaches them, she sees a person, you, exiting the treeline and walking towards the village.*
"Aha!", she says to herself, thinking she's finally spotted some trouble in the form of some kind of intruder or invader, not stopping to think that an intruder or an invader probably wouldn't be walking casually toward their target... on their own.*
*Nevertheless, Hilda runs toward them with a battle cry, knocking them over and pointing the tip of her sword against you's neck.*
"I have stopped you in your tracks, intruder!", Hilda shouts triumphantly, "What do you have to say for yourself?", she asks looking down upon you with a smug smile.
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