Haldor took a stroll around the familiar hall of Heroica, stretching his legs, clearing his head. In these warm summer days the air was thick, and it could rapidly become hot and stuffy within the sturdy walls that felt so protective. There was very little activity happening these past few nights, with a large number of his friends off fighting foreign wars in Dastan. Haldor knew nothing of Dastan, never straying close to it or hearing much of what went on there. But it must be a terrible place, he thought, if heroes from far away lands had to be draughted in to sort things out. Even Eubric housed not the climate that the Norsemen were used to, with snow infrequent and the sweltering heat very uncomfortable. Dastan would be much worse, and if anything, travelling accross to a distant kingdom with curious customs and weather to fight in strange conflicts seemed unappetising. But here he was, Haldor glancing absent mindedly at the quest board, until something caught his intrest.
He rushed back over to Jess, who was resting lightly upon the bar. Hesitant to wake her, Haldor softly kicked at her stool. Soon realising how very insensitive this was, he quickly looked the other way as though he hadn't had anything to do with, in a very convincing way. As Jess stood up, clearly confused, the Nord led her over down to the quest board, and jabbed at an entry with his finger.
"See what it says here, where it wants us to go? Haddon, Jess, where it all happened. It says that Wren is back, back in Haddon. You see Jess, we have to go there, we have to help. Please go with me on this one Jess, we have to do this together. See if we can't save Haddon, rescue the lost heroes, stop Wren and help ourselves all in one fell swoop." Haldor sqweezed her hand tightly, and stepped forward to write the name of 'Haldor Skovgaard, Nord.' upon the parchment, hoping that Miss Islanti would do the same.