Horizon Ridge Can't hide the truth

Ragnar had mentioned being a Berserker to her, likely in passing at one point before their mateship, but he knew he had not given much details of it. He inhaled deeply at her questioning and let it out in an equally as deep exhale, thoughtful for a moment. It would appear that his wife was more privy to the title than he had anticipated. “There is a mushroom that acts as a drug, and the consumption of it puts us into what some call the blood frenzy, or blind rage and brings with it the immunity to pain. It can be very dangerous, though,” He confirmed her questions in his soft tone, peering at the horizon from his place at her side. “I have not sought out the mushroom since my arrival in the Teekon Wilds, if that is a concern of yours,” Because there had to be a reason why she had choosen to bring it up when he mentioned the title. “I led the Berserkers on raids as Jarl but I tended to hang back at that point more of an overseer than I was a Berserker. Maybe it was my time as Jarl that made me persue the defensive side of the Berserkers here.” He told her simply, glimpsing down at her for a few moments before his eyes went back to the horizon.

“I am not asking you too,” He corrected her softly. “I told you there are women besides sheildmaidens. They do not raid,” Ragnar reminded her gently. “I just want to share my world with you.” He confessed in a quiet murmur to her.