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At her dark words, Kjalarr glimpsed around them, studying. Yet, her dark words and the shift of atmosphere in the chambers did not frighten him. Neither did the term “sacrifices”. Vikings themselves offered sacrifices to their Gods, though Kjalarr had yet to practice that. Besides, it couldn't be too much worse than eating beasts of your own species. It wasn't like he was innocent or any sort of angel. He wasn't perturbed. Kjalarr was quiet, contemplative for a few moments before his gaze slipped back to Caiaphas and the two talked for a while yet before eventually their conversation came to a natural close and they parted: Kjalarr headed to the borders to run his patrols, realizing how little he truly knew of his mysterious Queen and deciding that such was simply apart of her charm to him.