Piscarius I

I love it here in Eboracum.
I come from what the Romans call the land of the Cimbri, far across the sea. It’s a cold, bleak land, and I grew up in a hut made of turf.
Our food was coarse bread made from a kind of grain that doesn't grow here and curdled milk and small sour apples in the autumn. Oh and fish of course.