Frostfire Ridge mine is a watery pit

Wanted to get this post in quick before bed.

Týrr let out a soft huff of disagreement when Nochtli corrected him by claiming to protect him. Though he was not the overly arrogant type he had taken down a Jarl, and not just a jarl but a Berserker — though admittedly he had played dirty coming at Ragnar from his blind side. Regardless, he was not sure he would ever be able to get it through the skulls of the amazon women that had found him that he was not the boy they had been tasked to escort any longer and they did not have to spend their days trailing behind him, keeping an eye on him. He'd much rather they spent their time making new caches or tracking game, or watching their currently imaginary borders. He was a man full grown and did not need their constant hovering. Watching the exchange between Tuwawi and Nochtli was strange for him, a woman of his forgotten past interacting with one that had come into his 'new' life; for it was for now that Týrr and Tezcacoatl were different entities within him, though they had begun to merge into one new and different all together. An fusion that he had no name for. “I believe I mentioned something about my lost memories,” Though the Rekkr had no designs to hold it against Tuwawi if she did not remember. “Some of them may call me Tezcacoatl, it was the name that my mother gave me.” He explained to Tuwawi, in case he hadn't done it before. He couldn't remember exactly what he had told her, or if he'd gone into any sort of detail.

Whether Nochtli and him went back...well it was not anything he could affirm or disprove. He had little choice but to trust them all at their word. While it might have made him suspicious, he remembered enough trickled memories of Tezcacoatl to get the feeling that despite how surreal all of it felt at times, they were telling him the truth. Or, rather, not outright lying to him. As the two women conversed, Nochtli asking Tuwawi about her scars, Týrr fell to silence once more, having nothing to interject at the moment. While he desired to inquire more about Tuwawi's most recent journey he resisted the temptation figuring that there would be time later, and perhaps away from the prying ears of his garrison.