Fishblight Mire trials and tribulations

"Menta, 'rect?" Lagertha cocked her head, certain she had the right name for the woman. Lag held no hard feelings towards her for the encounter outside Sleeping Dragon. Menta hadn't seemed like a threat, it had only been on Thuringwethil's orders that she had watched the cream woman leave.

"Hmmm, don't quite remember. I think I was just wandering a bit, smells right awful down here though," the Shield-maiden let out a booming laugh, she wasn't known for being a quiet woman. 

"Did I interrupt you? I can leave if you wish," Laggy offered, aware she may have disturbed the other female's fishing.