I used to live somewhere in the outer regions of Niflheim, otherwise known to its residents as Nottingham, or, if you’re one of the many American tourists who come on a pilgrimage to find Robin Hood, “Nawtinghayme.”
Contrary to popular belief, Nawtinghayme is not surrounded by Sherwood Forest. Sherwood Forest (a Disney plantation of ten year old birch trees, surrounding a rather forlorn and tired old oak), is about twenty miles north of the city.
Nawtinghayme Castle is, similarly, a reproduction. They rebuilt it in the last century, after Luddites had a big riot and burnt it down. Which is interesting, since it contained no industrial machinery.
Nawtinghayme has many features of a modern English city. Mainly, Australian themed bars, homeless people, and students. They all have the following in common: alcohol, and kangaroos. Nawtinghayme has a larger number of clubs and pubs per capita than any other city in the British Isles. It’s the closest we get to New Orleans. This has nothing to do with me. I don’t like beer.
