"Far from boring." Othnar grunted, waiting for Nathan to right himself and gain his bearings before tugging his coat into place slightly. He walked through the door, having to duck slightly as he walked outside. Sure enough, there was a lake nearby, but they were headed to a patch of field between the pub and the city nearby. He spoke as they walked. "Hundreds of years ago, there were two groups at war here for the land and lake. The lake empties out into the Great Sea, and that is how one group came to be here. The other village had stood here as a gateway to the great mountains, which was where the Giants once lived. The sea people were looking to conquer the valley so they could claim right over the pass of the mountain and take the treasure of the giant, Jurgud. Jurgud, of course, had been dead many years, slain by Woden, but only the valley people knew this. They'd used the treasure to barter for seeds to make crops, and animals for food. So when the sea warriors came, they were not aware. They only sought to claim what they wanted. A great battle waged just here, on this hill." He easily stepped over a low fence onto the field, where nothing save a lone, dark and twisted tree was growing.
"Five long days, the battle waged, with several hundred men a piece. The valley town was not going to fall, even if they had to call forth the women to fight. And the women, those days, could fight. Red was this hill with blood and torn bodies. Where you stand right now, Nathan, a man died by having his face ripped open by a serrated pike. He died a valiant death, having killed many men on his own, with nothing more than a sharpened oak spear and a heavy shield to hide behind." He stood by the tree, and held onto a branch. "See now in the valley, the glittering lights of the town. Of course, the valley people won, but not without much loss. A great many of their men died in combat on this very hill. This hill that now, during the day, sheep graze, and children play."
He smirked. "And most wars were fought on places that you would not expect. Othnar could tell you about Stockholm being little more than a tiny port village at one time."