WALT: visualise

A giant of a man was standing in the doorway. His face was almost completely hidden by a long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild, tangled beard, but you could make out his eyes, glinting like black beetles under all the hair. 

WALT:visualise.

WALT: visualise.

     Thatched with heather and decorated by blazing beacons and gilded antlers, the hall would fill every day with warriors and travellers, musicians and poets. King Hrothgar himself would sit at the very end of the hall on a raised dais and sometimes his wife, the fair queen Wealtheow, would take the seat beside him. The servants would race past the roaring fires carrying steaming plates of eel pit and roasted boars' flesh to the trestle tables that ran the full length of the room. Hunting dogs, lying on the straw, would raise their heads as the meat went past, their tongues hanging out, and by the end of the feast, they too would have been rewarded with scraps of meat and marrow bones. The mead would never stop flowing. And as the sun reached out to claim possession of the night sky, the music from the harps would still ring out across the fields along with the laughter and the chatter of old comrades at ease.
    Grendel heard that sound.

WALT: visualise.

Thatched with heather and decorated by blazing beacons and gilded antlers, the hall would fill every day with warriors and travellers, musicians and poets. King Hrothgar himself would sit at the very end of the hall on a raised dais and sometimes his wife, the fair queen Wealtheow, would take the seat beside him. The servants would race past the roaring fires carrying steaming plates of eel pit and roasted boars' flesh to the trestle tables that ran the full length of the room. Hunting dogs, lying on the straw, would raise their heads as the meat went past, their tongues hanging out, and by the end of the feast, they too would have been rewarded with scraps of meat and marrow bones. The mead would never stop flowing. And as the sun reached out to claim possession of the night sky, the music from the harps would still ring out across the fields along with the laughter and the chatter of old comrades at ease.
    Grendel heard that sound.

WALT: visualise.

    Thatched with heather and decorated by blazing beacons and gilded antlers, the hall would fill every day with warriors and travellers, musicians and poets. King Hrothgar himself would sit at the very end of the hall on a raised dais and sometimes his wife, the fair queen Wealtheow, would take the seat beside him. The servants would race past the roaring fires carrying steaming plates of eel pit and roasted boars' flesh to the trestle tables that ran the full length of the room. Hunting dogs, lying on the straw, would raise their heads as the meat went past, their tongues hanging out, and by the end of the feast, they too would have been rewarded with scraps of meat and marrow bones. The mead would never stop flowing. And as the sun reached out to claim possession of the night sky, the music from the harps would still ring out across the fields along with the laughter and the chatter of old comrades at ease.
   Grendel heard that sound.

WALT: visualise.

What is a nogard?

The nogard is an animal. It has an oval-shaped body. It has a long neck and tail. The top of the neck, back and tail are covered with a row of triangular-shaped plates. The nogard's head is shaped like a long triangle. It has big eyes and eyebrows that stick out. It also has big nostrils. Its body is covered with scales. The nogard has four short legs. At the end of each leg is a foot with five toes. Each toe has a sharp claw at the end. The nogard has two wings attached to its body. These a located behind the front legs towards the top of its back. Nogards are usually green but change to a deep purple during the winter months.

WALT: visualise.

    Thatched with heather and decorated by blazing beacons and gilded antlers, the hall would fill every day with warriors and travellers, musicians and poets. King Hrothgar himself would sit at the very end of the hall on a raised dais and sometimes his wife, the fair queen Wealtheow, would take the seat beside him. The servants would race past the roaring fires carrying steaming plates of eel pit and roasted boars' flesh to the trestle tables that ran the full length of the room. Hunting dogs, lying on the straw, would raise their heads as the meat went past, their tongues hanging out, and by the end of the feast, they too would have been rewarded with scraps of meat and marrow bones. The mead would never stop flowing. And as the sun reached out to claim possession of the night sky, the music from the harps would still ring out across the fields along with the laughter and the chatter of old comrades at ease.
    Grendel heard that sound.