Marooned alone on a mysterious Viking continent, I've managed to survive long enough to build a few things: a campfire for warmth, a shelter for rest, and a rainwater collector to quench my thirst. Most importantly I've constructed an altar called The Eye of Odin, a stone orb that projects a glowing beam into the sky to summon a friendly Viking NPC to my location. After long days and nights of foraging, crafting, and fighting off monsters on my own, I won't be alone anymore.
Eventually a shirtless dude named Birger arrives at my meager camp and I rush over excitedly to greet him. "I feel well hydrated," he says bluntly after slurping up my rainwater, and then immediately begins complaining that he has nowhere to sleep. Okay, that's not quite the hearty and wholesome Viking welcome I was expecting, but who cares? The important thing is that I now have someone to chop down all the trees I was chopping down myself.
