I don't own the HTTYD franchise, also, be warned of mentions of rape on this chapter, nothing explicit though.
BooksAreMedicine: sorry, I tried responding your review as usual but FFnet was not cooperating. On with my response, Mildew wasn't really helping, he was literally in the way… and tripping Hiccup, but yes Snotlout is very misguided in this fic.
Hiccup opened his eyes slowly, it was morning already, and it felt as if he closed his eyes about an hour ago and he wasn't really feeling rested at all, he tried to sleep at the same time as usual but it hadn't come easily.
Yesterday all the tribe was in high spirits, having worked hard all day to ensure they will have enough food for the winter, and according to Gobber, they did have enough fish, vegetables, meat, grains and flour to last them through all the winter, even if barely. So what happens if they lose any more food? They would have to ration it! and they have less ways to get it during winter.
Their fishing ships were all on land where the ice won't be able to damage them, their houses were winterized and they have enough wood to keep themselves warm even in the worst of the winter storms.
The farmers will be now working at their homes making little things like last minutes home repairs, but mostly they will be carving spoons, cups or making new stools or chairs, the women will probably be spinning with their distaffs, carding, weaving, sewing and making clothes… Astrid broke her distaff yesterday morning after his dad took him with him to the harbor, and he is supposed to make her a new one again sometime this week.
They don't really need her to spin any yarn to be perfectly honest, but his dad found her battle with the spinning tool to be amusing so he won't be hiring anyone to do that for her, his dad has already pointed out that she doesn't have to wash their clothes because the wash-women need their pay, but he thought she would prefer to have someone spinning for her rather than washing their stuff.
If it was up to him Astrid would spend her days just like she did before their marriage, but his father and, surprisingly, Astrid herself had insisted that she needed to do the household work, even if it was just so she could pass the skills to future daughters… he and Astrid blushed every time someone mentioned children to them, but his father smiled or laughed.
Astrid has told him a couple of times that she still has enough time to train, and she is, of course making sure he trains with her.
That was an interesting experience.
He was the first to admit that he wasn't a born warrior like Astrid, proof of that was the fact that he was a leftie, he does everything with his left hand, writing working in the forge, every little thing he does, it's always with his left hand, but fighting… fighting is different, using your left hand was a stigma and he didn't needed any kind of negative attention drawn on him, not when he feels like his fellow Hooligans are finally warming up to him.
Astrid and him practiced always in Toothless' cove where no one could see them, he was clumsy and awkward but according to his wife the more he tried the better his movements becomes, sometimes he believes that she is just saying it so he wouldn't give up on their training, but he was starting to feel a little bit less uncomfortable with the motions of his right hand, at least with the vertical slash, a movement that he must have practiced over a thousand times while training this past week.
His wife let him practice with his left hand too, at least, so he could know how a proper slash should feel like and also because… because this is Berk, losing a limb isn't uncommon, so it can't be a bad thing if he gets used to using both hands for fighting, although that was a risk he doesn't like thinking about.
But he is reminded of that every time he walks into the smithy and sees his mentor with only two flesh and blood limbs, and Gobber was lucky, he lost his non-dominant hand, if he loses… he doesn't like to think about it.
Speaking of Gobber, his boss and him will be tending to the villages various tools today, and hopefully most of the winter.
The village's weapons are usually such a high priority that other metal tools like plows, shovels and pickaxes and the likes are often neglected so their owners take great care of them, while their use won't be determining the result of an immediate life or dead situation they are also important, and he liked working more on them than in normal weapons.
He didn't had as many chances to practice with tools as he had with weapons, to the extent that he could easily make or fix any weapon, alone, but when someone needed to repair their plights or a new handsaw he would become Gobber's spare hands again like when he was ten years old. He enjoyed the challenge of tool making nonetheless, and he knew he improved enough this last year to take care of them alone.
He would have to, because Toothless new tail will require a lot of precision work.
Hiccup was about to stand from bed when he noted an unfamiliar weight on his chest, he smiled. He would have never imagined Astrid as someone that cuddled in her sleep, as it happened the yesterday, she awakened when he tried to get out of bed and she went back to her pillow after noticing where her head was "Good morning" she said almost out of reflex.
"Good morning" he replied, noticing the sudden loss of warm on his chest.
Astrid beat him out of bed and grabbing a fur from their closet to keep herself warm and told him "I'll go prepare breakfast."
"You don't need to" he told her, for years it was only his dad and him in the house and he was perfectly capable of making something edible in the morning, she doesn't need to hurry out of bed like that every day.
"Yes, I do," she said in a serious way, but managing to exaggerate a bit, as if she was speaking to a small child "I'm the only woman in the household, Hel! I'm the only woman in the clan!" she waited a moment, as if she was letting her words sink in, but when she noticed that it made no difference to him she continued "That is my job Hiccup, keeping the hut in order, making meals and stuff, just like you work with Gobber, I do my job here, I earn my keep!" and he comprehended what she was trying to say.
But still, he hummed and said "Got it," he watched Astrid's face turn into an acceptance expression "but…" and then to exasperation "I'd still like to help sometimes, I used to cook before we married, you know? It wasn't anything like what you can do, but it was edible." It was true, and he thought he was a pretty decent cook even when no one had taught him how to cook.
"Hiccup, if I don't do it I would be shaming the clan Hofferson." she sounded almost desperate this time.
"Astrid, no one outside the hut would know about it!" he explained, he knew honor was something she really cared about but this was taking things too far in his opinion "Look, what if I help you with the breakfast and you come with me to the forge and help me there in exchange?" he proposed trying to find the middle ground, and she looked intrigued.
"I don't think I'll be that useful in the smithy," she smiled though "besides, I have thing to do here" she said with an air of finality.
"Your spinner is broken" he countered with a smile of his own, she was doing a good job and her chores were always done on time or earlier, Astrid was a perfectionist and fiercely competitive in nearly every aspect of her life, her chores included, but this was a bit different in his opinion. She has just moved in and joined a new clan… if his father and him still count as a clan that is, because putting all the prestige and the glory aside, the Haddocks haven't been a clan in a long, long time, they were a family and not even a complete family at that. It must be hard for her to adapt to a lonely hut when she comes from a real clan with many families and people in general, and the Gods know how lonely this place can be. Astrid gave him a look of disbelief and her jaw fell open "but everything else looks fine to me" he finished his argument with a smile.
"Who will prepare lunch and dinner if I go?" she asked smiling triumphal, but it vanished quickly, he knew she must want to go with him, if only to get out of the hut, because she must be feeling really lonely.
"Right…" he said acknowledging her point "How about I help you with breakfast…" she looked like she was going to protest so he lifted his hand to ask her to let him finish talking first, she nodded in return "Then you prepare lunch and join me in the blacksmith, we work there until noon, eat lunch and then go to see Toothless and do some fishing with him as you told him?"
He could easily see she was considering it, she was moving her head from side to side, like a pendulum, as if she was weighting her options in an imaginary scale and the she asked "Would we be back in time to prepare dinner?"
"If we get started now, I think we will."
She smiled enthusiastically "Let's get started then!"
0x0x0
Toothless was conserving his energy, he was laying in a rock that was somewhat warmed by the weak sun, his belly was empty, and he was sure the fish-catcher his human friend made for him will have even less fishes than the day before, he knows the fishes like to stay in the deeper waters when the cold comes.
He was starting to wonder how long he would be able to survive. He wasn't able to fly alone, he needed his little human friend's help to visit the skies, and the previous day he didn't come to him, like he did all the days before, instead, the female human he was mating with came in his place to open the fish-catchers and feed him, but there wasn't enough for him, there never was, maybe with a couple extra fish-catchers full of fish he would have enough, it wasn't a problem before because his human, him and sometimes the female human would fly and get him more fish.
But the day before when he was about to be done eating he noticed that without his human, there would be no flying, he tried asking the female to climb and fly but she didn't, she probably couldn't considering all the work it took her mate to learn, so she made noises and the way her whole body moved seemed to offer apologies and she used the human noise for his human friend, and he hoped it meant he would come soon, but the sun landed and took off again and was now past the highest spot in the sky and his friend still hasn't come.
If his friend doesn't come back he would die as any other downed dragon, being honest with himself, without his friend's mercy and help, he would have been dead a couple of moons ago.
Toothless heard human noises approaching and soon he recognizes the as his humans 'He's back!'
As the noises grow louder he knows they are getting closer and he goes to the section of the come he knows they'll use to enter and he sees the auburn fur of his friend, he forms with his mouth the human expression for happiness.
"Toothless!" his friend greets him and before they know it, they are wrestling playfully with each other.
Another human noise gets his attention and it's the female, she is making lively noises and her mouth is in the happy shape, he goes to her and she reluctantly greets him gently scratching the side of his head.
Not for the first time he can smell their scents mixed in both of them, he is happy his friend found a mate in the violent female, even though Toothless may never understand the human courtship rituals he has accepted that they include the female beating the male with weapons, at least now she lets his friends stand up before continuing the courting. He sometimes wants to beat himself when he remembers the first time they did that, no wonder his friend was so anxious back then, he was obviously rutting for her and he interrupted them! Luckily he didn't ruined his friend's chances back then.
His friend joins in the rubbing and scratching that he enjoys but his paws are focusing on his jaw instead and it feels so nice, his own paws would never be able to reach there. Oh! His friend that spot and his strength leaves him and he falls in relaxed bliss, and he is only vaguely aware of his human friends happy noises, in that state he finds it hard to care for the rest of the world, sure he was vulnerable, but he trust his friend, and the feeling it's like nothing else in the world.
Once the bliss is gone he realizes that his friends have already emptied the fish-catchers and he has some fishes in front of him, not nearly enough to satisfy his hunger, but it was a start.
After making the fish disappear he notices his friends are courting again, he waits on the side patiently, the courtship rituals usually are a fast affair… and soon enough his friend is yielding to the female, he makes use of his chance and jumps between them and motions them to climb on his back, it's time to go fishing!
0x0x0
Mildew wasn't the most well liked person on Berk and he knew it, he just didn't care, he hasn't cared for many years. Ever since he was shamed by Stoick's grandfather just for following tradition, and the glory he should have been given was turned into reproachful glares from the tribe and not long after even from his own family.
They all followed the insane chief's lead and scorned him and when the stares became unbearable he was forced to live on the far side of the island, working a barely fertile patch of land growing cabbages. Him, who should have lived a life of glory and honor lived, instead, as a hermit. Only going back to trade his small harvest or to fight dragons, and he was one of the best fighters ever!
He would have challenged the insane chief but he knew he wouldn't be given a fair fight, for starters he would had to fight the Heir, not the chief who was certainly old enough to abdicate to his son back then, not only that. He never believed he would have the chance to get to the fight well rested or uninjured, he knew the supporters of the Haddock clan would have ambushed him on the first chance they've had, and even as skilled as he was in his youth, a challenge to the chieftain was never a viable option.
Instead he choose to wait living away from the glares, he even married twice paying the bride price with dragon carcasses to his reluctant in-laws both times.
His first wife died in childbirth delivering a small and pathetic baby girl, a hiccup that he promptly delivered to Njord, as tradition demanded.
His second wife… she hated him but it wasn't his problem, he paid her bride price and he got it back in full, even if she resisted him every time, she even threatened him with divorce, he responded by locking her inside his hut, and when his in-laws came looking for her he hid her.
He lived happily like that for a few months and even noticed his wife's belly growing large with a child, then one night the mad woman escaped only to fall off a cliff trying to reach the village and she took his Heir with her to Helheim.
He tried marrying a third time for the next couple of years but no one wanted to marry their daughters to him anymore, no matter how much he was willing to pay, so he gave up on marriage and leaving a son as his legacy and the only evidence that existed that he was one married were two shields depicting feminine figures hanging from the walls in his hut.
He still survived though, and slowly the angry, accusing glares of the tribe lessened as he kept outliving those whom glared at him and he found that the younger ones didn't even knew why the old folk disliked him, the just assumed it was because his unpleasant behavior.
His patience was well rewarded in more ways than one, it always brought a smile to his face to look at the once mighty Haddock clan and see it reduced to a small family, he almost laughed when Stoick's first born was born a hiccup, but the fool refused to follow tradition and let the babe live, and he was sure that the death of the chief's wife was a punishment from Njord himself.
And now, after waiting almost six decades he was in a position to re-claim his honor and gain influence, and not even Stoick can stop him this time.
It had taken a lot out of him but as soon as he heard of Fishfur's death he started organizing a Thing behind the chief's back, it was originally meant to officially recognize his new position within the tribe, but now it'll be to force his way into the council, and once he was the elder he will start on the road to het his vengeance on the Haddock clan and he will make sure Berk will have a proper chief instead of a hiccup that shouldn't even be alive!
0x0x0
Astrid was walking through the forest slightly ahead of Hiccup, as if trying to run from his latest idea "I mean it!" her husband insisted and even though it sounded like a good idea at first, it wouldn't work.
She let Hiccup catch up to her before replying "Alright, let's say that we manage to get the salt, the baskets and even that we manage to get 'Toothless' not to eat all the fish as soon as he catches them," she kept walking while trying to make him understand why it wouldn't work "but where are you going to dry it? Or where are you going to keep it?" yes, they needed some way to store food for 'Toothless', because during the winter's storms they won't be able to get out of Stoick's house, much less walk all the way to the cove, but his idea of salting or smoking the fish they catch while flying was just impractical.
Hiccup seemed like he was considering giving up on this particular method going with the pros and cons in his head until he sighed finally coming to a conclusion "Alright, you win!" he said with some regret on his voice "I could build something to store the food though, just not in time because we need to be sneaky about it" that was true, but still impractical.
"Aren't you working on a contraption that will make it fly on its own again?" she asked looking at him, that would be the ideal solution, if the dragon could feed itself again it would solve this problem but that came with its own set of troubles… because that would be basically the same as setting it free, and what if 'Toothless' starts raiding again? She shivers just thinking about it, and Hiccup noticed "Is there something wrong?" he asked.
"What if 'Toothless' goes back to raid us when he can fly on its own again?" that would be a nightmare, the most feared dragon back in action and the only one who can shut it down would be unwilling to do so again!
Hiccup glared at her as if she just said was a personal insult "That won't happen!" he said sure of it as if there was no chance of it happening.
But it was possible!
"Hiccup, you don't know that for sure, we are only hoping it won't happen!" and she happily included herself on that wish because flying was wonderful! But the risk was too great to ignore.
Hiccup stopped walking and glared at her "You just don't know him like I do!" he stopped and swallowed spit very loudly "And even if he did…" he stopped talking again but this time it was different as if what he was about to say was painful to him, but she needed to hear this, does he have a plan in case his pet went rogue?
"What is it Hiccup?!" she asked hoping he had some way to keep the dragon under control.
"It's been over two months…" he takes a breath and swallows again "Since I first made Toothless tail, and I've had to fix it twice…" he stops talking again, but this time to let her reach her own conclusions, or maybe… maybe he is feeling too guilty to continue, he looks like he is feeling guilty.
But she understands "Are you telling me that 'Toothless' will always need you to keep flying?" she sighs with relief when Hiccup nods, but he looks even more guilty and also ashamed.
She reaches for his hand and squish it trying to comfort him, he looks up and smiles, but the smile isn't real "Don't be too hard on yourself, we are at war and you were on opposite sides" she took a deep breath and smiled to him "Do you think you can finish the contraption tomorrow?" she asked trying to distract him.
He smiled for real this time "Maybe, but if you help in the shop again then I'm sure I will."
She snorted, she 'helping Gobber consisted of her handing the old blacksmith any tool he might need, sometimes having to ask how that tool looked like, her usefulness to Gobber was limited but it freed Hiccup to work on the unnamed contraption for his dragon, and it had the additional benefit to let her get out of Stoick's hut for a few hours, her new responsibilities demand her to stay indoors way longer than she is used to… maybe she could convince Hiccup to let her help him, or Gobber, on their job a couple of times a week from now on? "Sure, I'd be happy to." A thought for another time.
From there Hiccup seemed to have forgotten about the guilt and they walked talking about the various uses of the blacksmith hammers and why they had so many until they reached the village, the sun still up meaning they have plenty of time before they have to go back, so she makes sure they don't walk as fast and take the long route around and go through the market, where the villagers offer their self-made wares like combs, tools for farming, nets for fishing, cords of wood and practically everybody has some item made of dragon bone, they are mostly used for jewelry because the larger bones are saved to trade with Johann and some of the other merchants that occasionally reach their island.
In one corner she can see her aunt Thora negotiating some of her linen weaved fabrics against Sheepclaws Thorston hare furs, the market it's almost empty at this time of day, except for the few Vikings that are just passing by not really planning on buying anything, like them, and those whom are stuck bartering their goods, that was likely her aunts case.
"Lad, lass!" her aunt noticed them and waved her hand at them greeting them, they greeted her back in the same fashion with waving hands, and then they greeted Sheepclaws whom also was greeting them now.
Astrid wanted to keep walking, she liked her aunt, but after a month of having her breathing on her neck as her chaperon she feels like she could use a couple more weeks away from her.
"A Thing has been called at sunset, everybody to the Great Hall!" they heard Tonguelout the tribe's crier was yelling over and over making sure everyone knew of the Thing while running towards the outside of the village.
She and Hiccup gave a couple more steps before both Thora and Sheepclaws joined them much to her dismay, her aunt now holding some furs and Sheepclaws with the fabrics, her aunt was smiling, Sheepclaws… wasn't.
"What is the Thing about?" her aunt asked them but without specifying to who she was talking to, she looks at Hiccup also with curious eyes, she doesn't know either.
"I don't know, we just came back from the forest." Hiccup replies, it was good to know it wasn't only her out of the loop in the chief's hut, but he looked just as surprised as everybody.
Both older women hummed and exchanged looks as if they were debating what to ask next, she really hopes they won't ask what they were doing in the forest… but she is sure that if her aunt doesn't ask now she will ask later, her family was very curious about her bed activities for some reason!
Sheepclaws sighed in resignation, said her goodbyes and headed to her home to get ready for the Thing while her aunt kept walking with them and sternly said "I'll see you two at the Great Hall then" and then enthusiastically added "I've been dying to see your jewels!" jewels that she never uses, she knows she should, for the Thing at least, she is supposed to show off her new clan's wealth, she just nods at that, but she is more interested in something else.
"We can go!?" she asked, it was a surprise to her, they weren't sixteen yet so they have never gone to a thing before!
Only adults were allowed in the assembly, does that mean she is an adult?
"Of course!" Thora said smiling "Hiccup here is the Champion of Dragon Training and a dragon-slayer" her aunt's enthusiasm made Hiccup flinch at her comment "and you…" she was playfully poked on her shoulder "are his wife! Both of you are adults to the village's eyes so you have the right to go and vote, I'll see you there!" once their goodbyes were exchanged she turned to her husband and they exchanged smiles, although Hiccup's was a bit forced this would be their first Thing and it was kind of exciting!
0x0x0
Holding his staff and sitting at his usual spot in the front row in the room the tribe uses for the Things right in front of the "U" shaped table where Stoick's and the Clan Heads' sits, he could see the tapestry depicting various drawings of Vikings fighting dragons on the walls behind the table and the golden statue he knew had an iron core Mildew was still aware that the room was slowly filling just by the steady chattering which increased every time someone entered, the stench also increased and it was getting noticeable, but this close to wash day it was only natural so he pretended not to notice and kept ignoring everyone glares the same way everyone pretended to ignore him, especially the ones coming from Stoick and a Olaf.
He was more than used to the glares by now, Hel! He even welcomes them when they come from the chief and his followers.
This Thing was already happening so even if Olaf Hofferson and Oldnut Thorston didn't like him they'd still see his point and had to approve of it.
They may not like him but they still know he is in the right, they might still not support him because Stoick's machinations could gain their clans the Council's Elder position and the influence that comes with it, but he knows he can count with Elbowlout Jorgenson and Sheepfang Ingerman to do the right thing and stick with what tradition demanded! At least this time…
As the crowd inside the room grew the villagers had no option but to get closer to him and he could hear them talking, he smiled, they were all here to see him become the Council's Elder.
They would give him their support because traditions pleased the Gods and this miserable village needs as much of the Gods Favor as it could hoard, the village needed it like air to breath to survive the winter and the raiding dragons.
"I'm sure you are all wondering why we are having a Thing right now" Stoick's voice suddenly puts an end to the Hooligans chattering "the harvest has been safety stored and the fish is drying or smoking nicely and we are as ready as we can be for the last raid before Yule, and miraculously you have been behaving yourselves!" the crowd laughed at Stoick's joke much to his chagrin.
"Aye and with Astrid keeping your son busy nothing has been set on fire!" someone from the Thorston section added making the tribe laugh harder.
Following the villager's stares he found the hiccup on the Hofferson section looking embarrassed while the blonde lass he was holding hands with looked mortified, the fine clothes and jewels won't hide the fact that she married a poor excuse of a Viking for long. Such a fine lass wasted on the hiccup's bed.
The chief waited patiently until the laughs stopped, he was looking rather happy, then he continued with his speech his face turning serious again "Aye, but we all know of the death of Fishfur Ingerman and as you might have noticed, we have no Elder in the Council" there were voices agreeing while some hummed in comprehension.
"That's this Thing for?" was asked multiple times with only few variations after Stoick said his piece.
"And we are here to choose his replacem…" he didn't let Stoick finish the word.
"There is no choose to make!" he yelled defiantly, he could feel the eyes of the tribe glare at him, good, he has their attention now "The Elder is the oldest person in the tribe!" he turned around to face the crowd "And that person is Me!" he put a hand on his chest "And our 'estimated'" he put as much sarcasm in the word as he could "chief is planning to break tradition again and give the position to someone else!" then he faced Stoick again.
The whispers started immediately, some agreeing with him but most of them were just angrily asking what he was doing here or just scoffing at the idea of Stoick breaking tradition. Oh how easily people forget! Even when they have the living proof among them "The same way he refused to give his hiccup to Njord when it was born small and weak!" the assembly grew quiet, Stoick's face looked like it could burst on fire any second, his mouth open but he was too stunned to speak, turning his head looking for the lad Mildew found him staring at the floor in shame, good, if he was lucky the lad would finally see reason and run off a cliff and stop being a burden to the tribe "And…!" he tried to keep pointing how much of a mistake it was to let the lad live back then but he was interrupted by Stoick after finally finding his voice.
"ENOUGH!" the chiefs voice filled the room like thunder "It was my decision to make," he continued in a less threatening manner, but his voice was still imposing enough to that it made him hesitate to interrupt, perhaps it would be wise to save the rest for when he was officially the Council's Elder? "and I stand by it, My Son is now a Viking and that's the end of it!" Mildew smirked 'For now' he thought.
"Nevertheless, this is a tradition that you won't break, I am the oldest Viking in Berk, and as it is our tradition I am the Council's Elder, all we are here for is to make it official!" he slammed the butt of his staff on the floor with authority.
"It's true that according to tradition Mildew would be the Council's Elder" Stoick admitted and Mildew smiled triumphal "but I have to question the wisdom of allowing a hermit have a voice in tribe's matter he has not participated in for decades!" Stoick looked around the room sternly making sure everyone understands why he would deny him why he would deny him what is rightfully his!
"You talk about wisdom?" Mildew asked rhetorically "Wisdom comes with age!" he screamed, but he wasn't done yet "And you are also questioning the wisdom of the ancestors who created the traditions!" He smashed the butt of his staff on the floor and turned around to face at the crowd again "Ancestors like Borg 'The Bold'?!" he asked lifting an eyebrow and watched with satisfaction as the Hooligans were now clearly questioning Stoick, and he knew it was the moment to strike "Those who think we should follow the traditions our Ancestors left us say: Aye!" he screamed and when the stupid villagers did not immediately agreed with him he added "And those who side with someone who thinks he knows better than the man who wrote the Book of Dragons say: nay!" those idiots still hesitated and he found himself getting worried when from the Council's table he heard Ayes! From Elbowlout, Sheepfang and Oldnut, the villagers soon followed like a herd to their shepherd.
The only Nays! Came from the Hoffersons and a few small families that were all indebted to Stoick in some way or another, but the hardly mattered.
He smiled as Stoick scowled.
"As the Thing has decided" Stoick said as if he had ashes in his mouth, and in Mildew's opinion, it was as it should always be, let him taste a fraction of the torment his clan has inflicted upon him "I welcome Mildew to the Council as its Elder"
As Mildew walked to the chair recently vacated by Fishfur no one celebrated, but he still smiled, now he could finally find a way to make the Haddocks Pay!
And he would be starting today.
"As Elder I think I must bring a relevant matter to this Thing's Attention!" he said as loudly and grandiosely as he could "it is important that we name a Proper Heir to the Tribe!"
A/N: I finished this chapter on Thursday, but it was only in paper(literal paper!) and I was feeling lazy so it took a while to type, on the other hand I feel satisfied with this chapter, it being the longest I've for this story so far with 5.8k words without Author Notes.
This was mostly a Mildew Centric chapter and I gave him a bit of background, his deeds will probably be explained at a later date, but I'm still debating if I should let you guys know of them or not.
The Council's Elder position may not be Historically accurate but as I said in chapter one this won't be an entirely accurate story, I just needed to Throw Mildew a bone.
So please tell me what do you think of him?
Oh and for those of you that haven't noticed, I'm replacing the running gag about Astrid's inability to cook with loathe for spinning, which was much more time consuming.