Stavanger Bay i'm a traitor to your flesh, in a stone

Lagertha looked upwards, ears pricking at the howl, from her position patrolling the border. It was not far off, the Viking sped up to intercept whomever it was only to find the Depths's witch doctor had beaten her to the punch. 

Lagertha dipped her head to Doe, taking in the stranger's odd coat with a glance as she paused next to her friend. 

"Skol," she murmured, nodding politely to the woman with a curious look etched into her expression.