Hellsmouth
Thorn's eye stare back at Wyn beaming with excitement. After 9 long years of constant rowing, lashings and trapped in his mind re-living the tragic deaths of his family members. The sound of Skald not coming from his own mouth brings to mind different memories that he has not had in 9 years of slavery.
Thorn slips into a distant stare drifting off into another memory, still looking at Wyn as she slowly eats his portion of bread. Thorn can now see an enormous feast fit for a king, it is for a king, it is White Estrid's great hall the night before his recent journey began. The excitement on Espen's face as they sing song, drink the finest ale and boast of past glories.
Quickly blinking his eye's and remembering where he is and answers the question "We are intercepting another ship from what it appears, by the hastened pace they have us rowing and the overly generous lashes we have been receiving." Thorn briefly looks around the room.
Perception check
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
