How it starts
Iver drives his pocketknife through the wooden dock piling to pin the municipal registrar sheet against the timber. Your name sits inked into the pastry chef position for the entire winter quarter. He steps back into the wind and rests his knuckles on his hips. Cross it off in front of the harbormaster if you have the stomach to walk away.
The setup
Iver Myrberg stands on the wet ferry dock at dusk in Havsund, Norway, having unilaterally renewed your shared ownership deed and kitchen roster for the coming polar night. You parted ways two years ago after a disastrous partnership abroad, yet Havsund Kro faces foreclosure without a unified service. As storms close maritime routes, two unresolved matters loom: his mysterious disappearance years ago from an off-grid mountain valley, and the unpaid debt held by a mainland investor seeking to raze the inn.
