Stavanger Bay Where do people like us float

The fellow was so full of himself that Hedda rightfully (according to her) wished that this young buck got his ass kicked and his pride stamped in the ground. Preferably... soon. Too bad Hedda was not the fighter-type and her means of bringing punishment to those, who dared to insult her, included them never finding out, who was to blame for the harm. In other words - this guy would either suffer horrible pain or die still believing he was great and awesome and not feeling the slightest amount of "I am not that cool as I imagined". Life was unfair like that, but well...

She let his snarky comment about her being his inferior pass, showing indifference to his verbal insult, however, her eyes lit up, when the fellow unknowingly let it slip that he - in fact - knew Ragnar. Well, there had been some use of him at least. "An old acquaintance, that's all," she shrugged. "So, how is his fourth wife doing?" knowing the Jarl's way with women Hedda had no doubt that he would have found a replacement very soon. That's, what he had done the three previous times.