[Everyone went about their day as usual, oblivious to Dodger's presence. Ragnar spent the day doing chores, taking care of the goats, doing a few repairs, helping Athelstan wash the clothes since neither of them particularly liked or trusted the washing machine, and cutting some wood. In the afternoon, Athelstan excused himself in order to catch the afternoon light while painting, leaving Ragnar to himself.
Dodger's sudden appearance is met with a wary stare, though nothing seemed to actually startle the viking. He mentally went over all the weapons he knew were in the house if this devolved into a fight, but he wasn't planning to make the first move.
He leans against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest, a neutral mask of vague confidence now firmly in place.]
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Dodger's sudden appearance is met with a wary stare, though nothing seemed to actually startle the viking. He mentally went over all the weapons he knew were in the house if this devolved into a fight, but he wasn't planning to make the first move.
He leans against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest, a neutral mask of vague confidence now firmly in place.]
What has happened to your eyes?