Tyr did not know who this was but he had saved him and that was all that mattered. Tyr owed him his life but something he had learned over his time in the Viking world was nothing was done for free. The question was, what did he want?
"Why did you save me?" Tyr could not move an inch from where he lay, that was how badly he was injured.
"I did not save you, the gods did," Thorvald said, putting steaming cattle on the makeshift table beside Tyr and cup.
"You must be dehydrated, drink up," Thorvald said, pouring Tyr a cup of water and gradually lifting his head to make sure it did not spill on Tyr's body or it would burn his skin.
Tyr gulped down the water but it did not taste like just water, it had a bitter taste mixed in.