CHAPTER 13
I had been inside Aldís' mead hall only once before. Most nights, when I wasn't home, I was at my grandmother's mead hall that stood on the border of Villmark and Runde, where the two populations mixed without the people of Runde even realizing it. But that building stood cold and dark now, waiting for her and her magic to return.
Since moving to Villmark, I had frequented Ullr's mead hall near the southern public gardens, quite close to the Freyas' bakery. There was no actual magic there, but it was large and brightly lit and mostly filled by people who were friendly to me.
Aldís' mead hall, on the other hand, was low-roofed and dark even during the day. And the people who drank there were decidedly unfriendly to me. The Villmarkers who frowned on any interaction between the
