My Venture From Home

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The call of adventure sang sweetly to me in the mead-hall back home at Gaetland. After such a long hiatus, I sought nothing less than a fearsome foe to tangle with, an enemy to truly test my skills. I had quickly set my mead upon the counter and accepted the challenge. With the approval of Higlac, I had gathered my most loyal thanes, fourteen in all, and set sail towards Hrothgar's village.

'Twas only two days after we had shoved off that we had seen Heorot's glimmering beauty from our aqueous perch. We moored our vessel and unloaded our arms. No sooner than we had donned our armor, a man hobbled over, pointing his spear at our heads. He spat out words faster than we could comprehend, and I stood attentively, unwavering. I had explained our intentions of slaying the beast that ravaged their golden mead-hall. Upon examining my speech, he lowered his weapon, offering to escort us to Heorot and have his men guard our vessel until our safe return. We accepted his gracious offer, and trudged our way to Heorot.

Now, we only hope that Hrothgar permits us entrance into his village to fight off the demon Grendel that feasts upon Hrothgar's men. Soon, I may find myself locked in battle with this fiendish foe.

                                                                                                          Yours Truly,
                                                                                                            Beowulf