The island seemed empty at first. Too quiet. Too untouched. No hunter camps. No villages. No ships. Just wilderness. Dense forests, strange symbols carved into stone, and a feeling none of them could explain. Like they were being watched. ⸻ And then they found the cabin. ⸻ It stood in the middle of the island, hidden between towering trees and overgrown vines. But it didn’t look anything like a Viking home. It was wilder. Older. Built from dark wood, bones, herbs hanging from ropes, strange carvings burned into every surface. Like something straight out of one of Gothi’s stories.