This is berk, It's a few degrees south of freezeing to death, and lies squarely on the cape of missory. Our village is, in a word, sturdy. It's been here nearly seven genorations yet every single building is new. We have hunting, Fishing, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only downsides are the pests; most places have musquitos or mice, we have... dragons.
Hiccup heard a noise outside and opened the front door, slaming it shut at the sight of a Nightmare. "Dragons..." he whispered to himself as a wave of oily flame hit the other side of the door. He waited a few seconds before bursting outside, glanceing back at the house.
Yep, Really old village... Lots and lots of new houses...




































