Me, Ingrod, Althjof and Gunnar decided to walk around the Island. We could see some smoke rising, just small enough to be a camp fire. We told the others to secure the boat and prepare an encampment at the shore. Who knows, we may need to leave in a hurry. After a little while we found a trail. Althjof was scouting ahead for us; that little dragon-lizard-thing is quick and quiet. He alerted Ingrid that there was someone ahead. Looks like he was taking a piss.
After some senseless conversation and who is fucking who, I decided to go on down to where the guy is and see what is going on. I told everyone else to stay just far enough behind me to be ready for a charge while not being seen. I saw the guy, and about six other people wearing robes. Their heads were shaved, and there was all kinds of weird tools – apparently for digging. Ingrid talked to the guy and he speaks a weird language that only Ingrid can understand. However, he also speaks our language, rather crudely, but, at least we can understand the bastard.
He told us he is just a mercenary that was hired to protect these death cult people, and they are digging up all kinds of artifacts that supposedly prove their prophecies correctly. Sounds like the misgivings of Loki or the misguidance of Hel to me. They gave us this stew, soup, stuff that tasted so damned good. Gunnar and I decided we needed to take a piss. I left my sword and shield at my seat so nobody would think anything. I apparently worked. I also learned there was a bucket for washing laundry. I went to get it. I think it's wash-day, then again, I rarely ever know what day it is.
Gunnar and I decided these people would make fine slaves. Our slaves. They weren't entitled to possible weregild. They were all for the taking in our opinion. I ran towards the mercenary and smashed the bucket full of water and laundry upside his head. It broke and he fell over backwards. Without missing a beat, Gunnar plunged his sword so deeply into his stomach I think it stuck into the ground below him. Needless to say, he died. We turned around, and the robed people were scared shitless. I will say they did exactly as we said as we marched them towards our boat.
We also had them carry all of their cooking equipment. I want to eat some of the stew again.