This is an opening descriptive scene from a germanic setting I'm developing:
Atop a tall mound, stood a great wooden hall. All about the wintry night raged, raking at the hall with bitter clutches, but within, all was light and warmth, laughter and song. Three fires danced merrily in pits set in the floor, casting a light that played warmly on the wooden walls. On either side, at long tables groaning under the weight of a variety of roasted meats, pastries, cheeses, and all things good to eat, was arrayed a grand company, who with merry songs, bold boasting, and many a jest, filled the hall with a joyous clamor. Tall, fair, and proud they reflected and magnified the light of the fires in golden hues. Their songs and tales gave voice to a martial nature, and the trophies of war that behung the hall testified to the daring of brave deeds.
On a dais at the far end of the hall sat their lord, who with laughter and ale horn in hand presided over the festive companions. He was mighty of frame, and strength rested in his gaze. Across his knees lay a sword, on the handle of which his hand idly rested
Atop a tall mound, stood a great wooden hall. All about the wintry night raged, raking at the hall with bitter clutches, but within, all was light and warmth, laughter and song. Three fires danced merrily in pits set in the floor, casting a light that played warmly on the wooden walls. On either side, at long tables groaning under the weight of a variety of roasted meats, pastries, cheeses, and all things good to eat, was arrayed a grand company, who with merry songs, bold boasting, and many a jest, filled the hall with a joyous clamor. Tall, fair, and proud they reflected and magnified the light of the fires in golden hues. Their songs and tales gave voice to a martial nature, and the trophies of war that behung the hall testified to the daring of brave deeds.
On a dais at the far end of the hall sat their lord, who with laughter and ale horn in hand presided over the festive companions. He was mighty of frame, and strength rested in his gaze. Across his knees lay a sword, on the handle of which his hand idly rested