Stavanger Bay I don't mean to dist-herb you

Lagertha had just come off patrolling, scented her witch doctor of a friend, and soon followed after the trail with a jaunt in her step. It didn't take her long to come across the prophet of Eir, whom was sorting through her cache of herbs.

"Skol," she murmured, wondering if it would be detrimental to disturb the völva in the midst of her work. "Whut ya doin'?"