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So now it's spring again and Þórhallur the hunter is like sod you and goes to the north. Þorfinnur Karlsefni's like "but south coast looks better" and goes there instead.
Þorfinnur Karlsefni: "Anyway this way we can properly figure out wtf this place is like right?"
Þórhallur: "~Mi-mi-mi-miiiiii~"
Þorfinnur Karlsefni: "Right?"
Þórhallur: "~*LALALALAAA*~"
Þórhallur: "~*IIIIII JUUUUST WANTED TO GET DRRRUUUNNNKKKKK*~"
Þórhallur: "Anyway fuk u all I'm on my way."
Except then a wind blows him mildly off course and he ends up in Ireland where the locals capture him and he dies in slavery. Ooops.
