337 CCCXXXVII. The Waiting

Dag, Gridd, Freydis, and Reidar looked at each other, thinking back to the words of the wise Egill, who had made them think from a different point of view.

"I still believe it's just bullshit" Kjell replied, who after finishing the meat on his plate, grabbed the mead bottle and poured some into his mug.

"Mine is just a hypothesis, like yours... Master Kjell" Egill replied, smiling at him politely.

"I've heard a lot about you, Master Egill... the great healer of the Temple Of Orn! Everyone thinks you're a legend... well, it may be you have been that in the past, but judging by your speeches, it seems that your time is over! You just say nonsense. Flying or aquatic shape-shifters... what are you babbling on about?" Kjell asked in a haughty tone, knowing Egill only for his fame, having no idea what he was really capable of.