Viking rpg

It was morning on the farmstead أنت lived on. The cows were mooing outsides and there were the sounds of the slaves building a cabin outside the window of أنت's room. أنت's mother called out from the kitchen. "Breakfast is ready! If you don't come eat it I'll give it to the hounds!" There was a sound of the family dogs running to the table to beg for scraps.

At the table there was a large breakfast with eggs, pork chops and cheese. It was winter so there was no vegtables. Since it was early in the season they weren't struggling for food yet but there might be problems soon.