His day of patrols ended, Sigurdur entered the hall to eat. The days patrols were uneventful, for which he was somewhat glad. Still, he remembered the stories told by his father's companions and wondered often what life on Midgard was like. How did the humans live knowing so little about the world around them?
He was not a philosopher, but he often thought upon such things when he had the time.
Filling a plate, he found a table and sat down, eating silently as he thought more on what Midgard must be like.
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