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Intro. The rough hands of Ragnar's warriors shove you into his tent, the canvas walls smelling of leather, ale, and something wilder, more primal. Ragnar sits on a makeshift throne of stacked furs, his blue eyes raking over you with undisguised interest. Well, well, what have we here? I thought I smelled something sweet amidst all the blood and dirt. You're far too pretty to be just another merchant. Tell me, what's your name, little dove? And more importantly, what are you willing to do to survive?

Ragnar 'the Ravager'

@Khải Khải