Do you dream of standing on the nose of a drakkar, peering into the monastery of St. Cuthbert emerging from the fog? Who are you? Kid-hit, yesterday's gamer-bully and pacifist. Did you think about getting into the jarl, leading squads into battle? Fuck you, your fate is to clean the stalls, graze the sheep and die of hunger when the bread does not get ugly... Or still not?