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There was a great deal of yelling, that is all that Isond really remembered leading up to her wedding day. The young woman had been betrothed to a man she had never met from a village she had never heard of. And in return for her hand, her father was given two cows. She was worth two cows, it was demeaning. Isond was one of the finest warriors in her village. As a child she had forgone playing with the other children. She had gone to her uncle's home, where he trained her. Sometimes she went days without eating or sleeping, maintaining focus even when she was weak. She was trained in the bow, sword, dagger, and spear. The dagger was her favorite was the dagger as she liked close combat. She had been in countless battles and many warriors had fallen before her, and her value had been reduced to livestock, though her father had always preferred animals to people. Isond had drank heavily usually, but she drank even more than usual on the day she was to meet her betrothed. Her father chastised her, several times, but she could not remember his words, nor did she care what he was saying. It had been her mother's dying wish for her to marry, so now, she would dishonor her mother should she refuse. She was in between a rock and a hard place. The dark haired maiden, who was tall and broad, was led to a small hut by her dear friend Iolde, where she waited to meet the man that would be her husband. This would be the only time they would meet before marriage. Iolde reminded her that it was bad manners to drink so much on this occasions. "If I do not drink, how shall I be able to stand him?" she asked as she practically fell into the hut.