Chief Lundgren was not scary.
He was not scary, but he was fierce.
And old. And very tall.
The door seemed to swallow my knock before it swung open, and I saw the Chief.
"Hello—excuse me," I stammered, hoping my heartbeat wasn't as loud as it felt. "Lydia sent me."
He relaxed a little.
"How can I help you?"
I glanced around. The street was quiet, washed by a damp sunlight.
"I'd like to join your group."
The Chief looked at me for what felt like an hour.
"What do you know about our group?"
"This. Here, and that you go south the other half of the year."
He almost smiled.
"You need some more information."
He nodded for me to follow him inside.
"We have much to discuss," he stated as he took another coffee cup out of the cupboard.
"Starting with some introductions."