Greetings ... or as we say in my homeland, Hyggelig å treffe deg!
'Twas three days ago that a special messenger arrived at my humble abode bearing a letter and package from my deceased great-great-great-great grandfather, Sigurd Stavensson™. Sigurd stated that the first-born, red-headed female in our family lineage be inheriting the castle upon reaching the age of twenty-one. I be amazed because to my knowledge the castle be a myth, a fable told to me when I was but a child growing up. My brothers enjoyed frightening me often with spooky tales called, The Legends of Castle Stavensson™. None of us knew the castle truly existed until now.
I would hath received this information two years ago if I remained at home instead of adventuring. But alas, a Vike be a Vike and the questing blood runs through my veins! *chuckles* But I digress. What be in the package ye wish to know?
If ye be here then ye be an adventurer, ja? Tis good, my friend, for mayhaps ye shall decide to go on a quest with me, Shylah Vulpecula™, my ektemann, Parth Lobo™, and our good friend, Sven, to locate the mysterious Castle Stavensson™, and uncover the secret within!
Great-great-great-great grandfather indicated that I must take both of these items along if I was to visit the castle. Parth decided to go on ahead and meet us in the hamlet of Trundleheim™ which, according to the letter, be on the route to Stavensonland™. If ye wish to travel with us to my newly acquired Castle Vulpecula™ *grins*, then I shall place the book within thy care for safe keeping. Doth ye have the fortitude? Then let us be on our way!
