This just popped into my head, and it’s gotta be shared. My whole side quest to learn British Traditional Witchcraft? Holy hell, that’s SUCH a heathen thing to do. Not like there’s not a whole history of Scandinavians raiding and pillaging the British Isles or anything. . .

I swear I hear my grandfather’s deep belly laugh echoing faintly from somewhere.

Mortellus, I can’t promise that I won’t set the covenstead ablaze when we meet in person. I mean, I have zero intention of doing so, but between my track record with my kindred and the whole “Norse peeps burning British burning villages in their wake” stuff, it would feel disingenuous to make any promises.