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In about, what felt like a few hours, I began to wonder whether or not this place still even existed...or perhaps someone's idea of a sadistic joke. I glanced back; the ash storm was getting closer, looming ever so slowly like a grey tide of choking embraces. Strange how I've remained so poetic, I thought with intrigue. Just as my hope finding shelter from the storm began to wane, it was then that I saw lights in the distance. For the first time in a long time, something fluttered in my heart; hope. They couldn't be bandits; given the slowly encroaching armies of the Danes and the Sami, they aren't foolish enough to advertise their whereabouts to two of the greatest threats they could end up facing. In due time, I found myself upon its outskirts and two men approached me. Both armed with antique rifles, they looked at me warily given my appeanace; the tallest of the two spoke first in what I recognised to be Norwegian.
"Stopp der, hva gjør du her?" Followed by his partner who spoke in Swedish; "Stopp där , vad är ditt företag här?" The latter of the two I could understand better, what with it being Swedish I've picked up and not Norwegian; my comparatively limited grasp isn't enough to divine aspects of the shared mutual intelligibility between them. I promptly replied in my best Swedish, gesturing to the distant darkness behind me "Jag letar efter vila skydd från askan stormen..." then my grin turned a little wry, "och kanske någon som talar Engelska, är inte min Svenska bäst." Turning to his Norwegian partner, he muttered something that they could both understand; after shared nods, the Swede turned back to me and spoke in somewhat accented English.
"Very well, come in, but do not stir any trouble unless you want a bullet in the brain."
"On Tyr's right hand, you have my word, tack själv." I replied, believing it courteous to thank the Swede in his tongue. After that, the two guards parted and let me enter before scarpering off; no doubt to inform whoever was in charge about my news. For now, I had to go and find somewhere to stay, perhaps one of these tents or rusty shacks would let me in...
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