Silver Wind Elder

Silver Wind Elder was a virtual representation of one of Eivor Varinsdottir's genetic memories, relived by Layla Hassan through the Portable Animus HR-8.5.
==Description==
Eivor came across an angry man who's pie was stolen.
==Dialogue==
Eivor arrived at a bakery in Jorvik.
*Anglo-Saxon Man: I will not stand for it! Rob me of my coin, rob me of my house... to Hell with it, rob me of my wife! But may God strike you where you stand if you rob me of my pie!
*Eivor: What is this about god and pies?
*Anglo-Saxon Man: Someone stole my pie, and I, a skilled sniffer, am going to weed that pie thief out!
*Eivor: All for a piece of pie?
*Anglo-Saxon Man: It is no ordinary pie! My pies top any other pies, and the blasted pie thief knows it! The smell ... O, the smell! The thief went down this road!
He turned away, tracking the smell.
*Anglo-Saxon Man: Come out, thief! I know you are here. I can smell my pie!The thief should not be far. I will find that scoundrel!
Eivor and the baker came upon a woman during their search.
*Anglo-Saxon Woman: Mmm, the fragrance of melted butter... comforting, warm.
*Anglo-Saxon Man: A-ha! The thief came by! I am on the trail! My pie is near, my nose does not lie! Come out, thief!
Another nose witness was found by the pair.
*Anglo-Saxon Man 2: The coy sweetness of berries ... I smell it!
*Anglo-Saxon Man: O-ho, the thief must be near now. I recognize my pie's allure to any nose! Come out, come out! Mmm, the aroma of a pastry baked just right ... the thief is near!
Eivor and the baker entered a building and heard a child thinking aloud.
*Norse Child: Hmm ... I think this is just the right amount...
They identified her as the thief and accosted her.
*Norse Child: Ah!
*Anglo-Saxon Man: Caught, scoundrel. Now, give me my delicious pie back.
*Norse Child: Delicious? Your pie was blander than my late father's face.
*Anglo-Saxon Man: What did you put in my pie? This smell, this... aroma. It's never produced such an effect before!
*Norse Child: I added some honey. It'll enhance the berries by a bit...
*Anglo-Saxon Man: Good God... it does enhance the sweet smell. That is... remarkable. Unheard of. A miracle!
As the baker acknowledged the thief's baking skill, Eivor spoke to him.
*Eivor: It seems like this child would make an extraordinary baker, and Jorvik could use one less thief.
*Anglo-Saxon Man: Well... it does smell spectacular. You have a keen sense for the culinary arts, child. You want a job?
*Norse Child: God's piss of luck! Thank you so much. You won't regret it, I have so many ideas.
*Anglo-Saxon Man: Just stop stealing the pies.
He addressed Eivor as she walked away.
*Anglo-Saxon Man: Ah, thank you for your help. Come by my stall should you have a craving for pie.
After some time, Eivor passed by the baker's house again, where a crowd had gathered around the man while the child baked at the ovens.
*Norse Child: Pies! Pies! Get your sweet, warm pies here!
*Anglo-Saxon Man: Our crust is unprecedented, a delight to any mouth! Blueberries, raspberry... and honey! A heavenly combination! You, have a pie for the trouble.
==Outcome==
Eivor and the man caught the thief. Afterwards the little girl was hired by the pie baker to work for him.
==References==
*Assassin's Creed: Valhalla
Category:Memories of Eivor Varinsdottir
Category:Memories relived using the Animus HR-8.5