"You liar!" The Doctor cried, his shoulders slumping before he gloomily made his way into the house. All whilst mumbling things under his breath, such as, 'She just doesn't want to admit that I'm brilliant.' or 'She should have seen me when I fought the Sycorax in my pajamas'.<br/><br/>The house was not particularly big and was by no means a comfortable place to live. The furniture was minimal and the air tasted of damp, rot and sweat. There were no separate rooms to the house, just one big space that seemed to encompass the kitchen and master bedroom. Lining the walls were large sheets of stretched leather and furs and sitting in the centre of the room was a large table, littered with weapons and tools.<br/><br/>Crouched over the weapons was an old man with long mucky hair and a shaggy beard. His face, arms and hands were covered with scars of all different shapes and his leg seemed to jut out at a bad angle, but the man didn't look fearful as they approached. In fact, he looked as fierce as the red haired woman, if not more so. His eyes were aged, but yet the fire had not been lost from them. This man was still a warrior, even in his old crippled state.<br/><br/>"Astrid, who are these people?" The old man asked with a grunt. "Have they finally come to take me away?"<br/><br/>"No father, I think they are different," the red haired woman replied before gesturing for the Doctor and Robin to sit at the table. "They are new to the area, they have no idea of what is happening to our land."<br/><br/>"Then they've been living under a rock," the old man spat before turning back to his tools where he began running a flint over the surface of a long blade. "You two best start getting ready for battle. The Gods are eager to take souls to Valhalla. No doubt warriors will be flooding this village soon enough to prove their worth and be taken to the realm of warriors."<br/><br/>"Why do you say it like that?" The Doctor asked again as he took a seat opposite the old man. "You make it sound as if those who die don't go to the realm of the dead. You make it sound as if only the victorious get that honor."<br/><br/>"It's the truth," the man replied with a snarl. "Only the strongest are chosen. That is what the great ones have declared. That is why the fighting has grown so fierce over the last few weeks. Only the strongest can be taken to Valhalla."<br/><br/>The Doctor cast Robin a look of concern. The words were obviously troubling him. Talk of Gods and magical realms was not very scientific. It went against almost everything the Doctor had ever learned in his long life....as far as he knew anyway.