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Björn could have lied about how the Vikings really were, but he could not see the sense in it. He was not ashamed of who he was, of their ruthless nature, because it was the very nature he reflected, it was the basis of all that he was; but he was not without his redeeming traits, but he had nothing to prove too. His Gods were just as brutal as he, and demanded such things, to object it was to defy them, was to disappoint them. His Salvation was found in blood and carnage, not peace. The girl’s eyes widened and she let out a strange noise that Björn assumed was of, if not fear than certainly caution. He did not try to soothe her, did not try to make piteous excuses. That was not the kind of man Björn was; he did not try to tell her that she didn’t need to worry - because she did, in essence have to worry about his brutish nature. She inquired then about the women, as if seeking some sort of promise that they were not all ruthless. “Like your typical women, free. Healers, scouts, sky watchers, priestesses, the warriors are called Shieldmaidens. They raid and kill, too. They are in many ways our equals.” That did not include slaves, but that wasn’t necessary information he felt.

“We have our faith, too. Our belief in our Gods, aspiring to drink and eat in the halls of Valhalla.” Björn told her then, including it not as assurance, but because he had not actually mentioned faith when he had been speaking of their ruthless nature previously.