You can't quite remember where Gjöll was supposed to go but to be quite honest anywhere is better than Hel.
Every breath hurts like a thousand knives cutting through the chestYou can attest to that, although you don't quite remember where you heard that line...your chest hurts with every breath, the wind is cutting, the ground is uneven and hard to tread and you can't shed the feeling of being watched...
[30+13= 43] But you can't make anything out. The landscape is far too barren for anyone to hide in it. It is a vast hilly plain, preventing one to see too far but still difficult to hide in...at least you suspect so.
After hours of painful walking you simply drop to the ground, still next to the river, you feel horrible, everything hurts, you are still tired and still thirsty. When you finally fall asleep you awake immediately because you hear a horrible scream in the distance...after making sure that its nothing that can hurt you, you slowly doze off only to awake to a different sound.
At some point sheer exhaustion causes you to ignore these sounds...until a boot hits you in the side.
You jump up in a mix of anger and surprise only to see a single pretty normal looking man next to you.
[70-15] he looks strangely familiar...this man is certainly no normal man although you can't quite put your finger on it.
"Well, well, well, well...and...uh well! Yes that was it. Who sleepeth here on hallowed ground in the depths of Hel?"
What an odd way to speak...is he a Skald? His costume definetly looks the part. It is feathered and the large broad hat he is wearing is hiding much of his face except for a mischievous grin and a long grey beard.
[What now?]