Melkorka grabs some oils and powders from her shelves. She puts them all in a pouch and holds them under her caged rotting human head.
This will just take a few necessary moments.
The witch pulls out a small scrimsax and violently thrusts it into the severed head's ear. A nasty bloody goo drips out of the ear and into the bag of powders and scented oils. A foul smelluing stench fills the room and
Alrik throws up just a little in his mouth. To Alrik's disgust, Melkorka licks some of the goo that had missed the bag and dripped onto her hand. She smiles at
Alrik and then throws her scrimsax into the wall.
Melkorka runs from the room cackling.
She patters across the deck of the
Ice Breaker with a speed unfitting her old age and decrepit appearance.
Alrik spots
Osvald and
Capatin Gunharr in a dark corner sharing a pipe and speaking softly but intesely to each other.
Alrik things he hears
Captain Gunharr whisper something about
Loki, but
Melkorka hisses...
Hurry Bard. The prisoners.....
They reach the hold at the bow of the ship and walk down the stairs.
Melkorka pulls the ring knocker three times and then moves back and out of the way so
Alrik can do the talking.
A sliding wood panel opens in the door and the jailer, a man
Alrik knows personally answers. Alrik knew him well as
Torvog.
Alrik would visit
Torvog from time to time as his jails were often empty.
Torvog had the best spirits on the
Ice Breaker. Ten times better than the nasty swill
so and so served to the oarsmen.
Torvog treasured his friendship with
Alrik greatly.
Alrik repayed
Torvog's kindness with entertainment. His own private show.
Alrik would practice his new epics on
Torvog who was not so much a critic as a loyal fan.
Alrik? Come for a snort of me own personal stash have you lad. Gods bless yah.. Did you bring your wee flute boy? These tired old ears could sure use some rest. Dagnar got drunk and took a knife to so and so. He hasn't shut up for three stinkin' days.
