"I have a request," Fynn told Ragnar.

Ragnar grunted at him, taking a long sip from the warm drink in his hands. I had learned it was their equivalent of coffee here, but I couldn't quite get on board with it. It sort of tasted like hot dirt to me. Ragnar, however, appeared to survive off it.

"What do you need, brother?" Ragnar finally said after swallowing down probably half the mug.

"Sage and I have decided we'd like to do a bonding ceremony," Fynn ...