The trio stared at Erik's hand with trepidation.
Anne spoke up, still a little cowed but getting some defiance back. "Are we… supposed to just trust your strange green magic?"
To which Erik shrugged. "Trust it or not, you know the consequences of refusing."
Surprisingly, it was not any of them who first grabbed Erik's hand but Viljar. "I'll go first."
Erik raised an eyebrow in surprise and then frowned. "There's no need, Uncle. I already said I trust you."
But Viljar was unflinching, clearly having made up his mind. "And I trust you. That's why I want to do this. I know you won't bring me any harm with this magic of yours, and I want these guys to accept, so I'll show them there's nothing to be worried about."
Björn tried to stop him. "Wait, Boss! There's no nee-"
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