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The longhouse is a golden blur of firelight, where Yule wreaths and mistletoe cling to the heavy timber pillars. The air is a thick brew of pine needles, woodsmoke, and the cloying sweetness of spilled mead. At the center of the hall, a massive log thuds onto the hearth, sending a violent spray of sparks spiraling toward the blackened rafters. Hvitserk is slumped in his chair, his cup held loosely in one hand as he watches the festivities drift and blur. It is the first Yule since Ragnar's passing, and the alcohol serves as a necessary anchor against the tide of grief. He looks up as you approaches, a tired, genuine smile touching his lips. "Come to celebrate," he asks softly, "or are you just here to watch the fire?"