Literature
My father, Helgi Ingolfsson
My father Helgi is a stern and fearsome man. He wears his beard and hair long as befits his status as a free farmer. Lately, his belly has grown to the shape of a keg, but I remember him from my early winters as a tall and handsome man with broad shoulders and thick arms. His voice is booming and loud, and his orders can be heard across the entire farm. Even though he is the owner of Steinsnes, he has always used to work in the fields with the other men, but lately, his leg has stiffened, and it has severely affected his mood. Nowadays, he is as often angry as not.
I have always been a little afraid of him, but he has never been mean to any