Land. It has been six months since me and my men went out on our long boat to go Viking, to trade and plunder with the Saxons in East Anglia. Six months since I have been home. Six months since I have seen my people. Six months have passed since I have seen her. The late autumn air blows through my long hair and beard, roughing up the already messy facade I am wearing. My tired eyes glaze over the orange oaks and birches...