Stavanger Bay rather have been killed by that beast than be saved by a half-breed

The only name which he had learned was Skellige's, and it was all that mattered to him. His lord needed his protection, loyalty, and humble servitude - the others, Tetsubo cared little about. He heard the woman speak another name, and briefly the boy wondered if one of the doctors who tended his wounds had been one of them. It was a fitting name for the white girl, for she was small and delicate, but he had witnessed her presence and did not suspect her to be a flighty sort, like the deer of such a namesake. Perhaps the other one then? He had been in her presence shortly, and she had escaped from tending him for a chunk of time, which coincided with his theory.

Lagertha, he droned her name. There was a small lilt to his words, perhaps an accent, which sounded asiatic and foreign. But it made no difference really, just accentuated his own strangeness within this place. I am called Tetsubo, the boy drawled an introduction, but it was more like he was comparing the sounds of his title to those of her's, not so much trying to share his name or greet her in any way. It was very clinical. Do you serve lord Skellige as well?