Beowulf didn’t spend much time in his room. He preferred to be out of it because he was not used to sharing his space with others. There were times, yes, when he had slept in a mead hall with everyone and their brother, child and dog, but at home he had his own sleeping chamber. It was a very nice place to hide out so he didn’t have to train, but here was different. He had to share his sleeping chamber with other people and Beowulf did not spend much time in there if he could help it. He preferred to be alone and that meant no roommates.
But today he could be found in his room. He was not in a terribly good mood today and the sun was shining, which was absurd. The sun was not supposed to shine. The sun never shone this much back home in Geatland. Never and it made Beowulf feel much put out. And there was nothing quite like sitting in his room cleaning his weapons to make him feel just a tiny bit better.
He was sitting on the chest he had placed at the end of his bed, his weapons easily within reach. At the moment he was painstakingly cleaning the blade of Hel, his battle axe. And it was really too bad that it didn’t have a double head. Beowulf would have liked that much better than just the one head. It would have given the axe much better balance and he would have looked far more formidable as he slaughtered armies of heathens or whoever it was that was invading Geatland again. It was really quite trying to be a Viking sometimes.