[Valland] The Blackened Bitch

Njod nods his head in respect for the Knight. "You seem a good lad," he said before answering his questions. "The legend says that Hemhildr plunged it into the stone, presumably in the lair of Slivr herself. The Old Gods have blessed the sword so that no one shall remove it unless they are worthy." The veteran looked around at the other attendants, also enthralled at the story, "but it is merely a legend. A myth. Only someone like you can prove it otherwise."

Njod drank from his flagon again, which had since been refilled. He seemed unperturbed at the thought of an adventurer hiking into one of the most dangerous places in the world to find something which might not even be there.

"All we know is that Hemhildr did travel into the Shattered Peaks, and we know that he did not return, and that the sword - Gormr - is still missing. The savage Mountain Tribes have yet to use Gormr against us, so we know they do not have it in their possession. We can only assume that part of the legend is true: that the sword is in the mountains, and Hemhildr made sure only a worthy hero could retrieve it."