“I will,” Atreus said. His distracted gaze went to a slate slab scrawled with runes adjacent to the path that led away. Curiosity drew him over for a closer look.
“Father, look at this,” he said excitedly, seizing upon another opportunity to demonstrate to his father what he knew.
“Read it to me.”
“It says a long time ago the Jötnar would gather here to trade with the gods. This place was a marketplace. Do you think Odin himself was ever here?”
