If you’re reading this, the ravens made the long journey to the most west coast from Trollhättan.

Somewhere between the wax seals, hand-burned wood, handwritten letters, and a little curiosity…you’ve entered the world of Troll in the Bowl.

Why the ravens were dispatched.

Time and time again, Ravenspeak told of the same two names.

One was said to bring dreams to life.

The other… to help those dreams find their way into welcoming homes.

The Gathering

One report became 2, then 10, then... we lost count.

The Rótarþing listened.

Then they listened again.

And once more, that no raven be deemed a falser.

At last, the oldest among them spoke.

"Mayhaps it is time...    mayhaps…   it is time to introduce ourselves."

So it was decided.

The ravens would make a treacherous journey across the Widest Water.

Not with warnings.

Not with demands.

But with gifts.