43. Alfheim

Hours later all I could hear is the sound of cheers welcoming the warriors back home. The bastard put a blindfold on me. I couldn't even make out a thing from the black piece of cloth. I tumbled forward more than a dozen times through the entire journey with only Asterix, Zephyros's horse to guide me. He wasn't even trying!

I walked for a long time before the sounds reduced. There was a small pause and then more walking until I felt the ground beneath my feet change into something smoother. Perhaps, marble? The air was warm and welcoming. It also scented like different foods and fruits. Thanks to the blindfold, nobody could see me drool.

Soft music followed and rumbles of laughter bounced off walls. Yeah. We were in a building.

I was tugged forwards again and I figured I wasn't tied to Asterix anymore. "Pull a little gently." I muttered. He tugged harshly and I nearly fell. Stabling myself, I cursed lightly underneath my breath. Something I seemed to be doing more often. Everyone