“Are you ready, Jarl Eleanor?” Anders asks me as he opens the door to our home.
“I told you,” I tell him with a giggle. “I can’t be the Jarl. The people here don’t even know I can understand them! I’ll find someone else to do it. Someone who can actually protect them. Someone like YOU.”
He shakes his head, his entire demeanor suddenly very serious. “I cannot be the Jarl here.”
“I was only joking,” I tell him, reaching out and gently touching his arm. “But I need your help to find someone else. I don’t know any of the men.”
“I’ll help you find the right person to take over,” he tells me, guiding me down the path to the village. “But if you wanted to, you would be a good Jarl. You probably should learn to fight, but you would be kind and fair. That’s something that is hard
