Something about the battle with the monsters had matured Godolfr: he no longer felt like an unworthy son of his heroic father. He had bravely faced the monsters and dealt the demon the fatal blow. His confidence was lifted, and he held himself with a sort of pride. A few days before he had called everybody in the village for a bonfire to honor those who had been slain - tonight, Michael was hosting this party, which Godolfr considered was for basically the same reason. His bonfire was to celebrate the dead, but Michael's party was to celebrate life.
From a distance he saw her, a lovely lady with long locks of dark hair. Now that danger was out of the way, he could turn his thoughts to something more romantic. He'd seen her around the village, but had never introduced himself before. This would have to change.
Walking up to her, he smiled and said, "Good evening, maiden. How do you fare this evening?"