Stavanger Bay And all I am is all I could not mention

"Cheeky bastar' ya are," Lagertha laughed again, finding that she enjoyed his company. Despite his leering, something she wasn't unaccustomed to, Murgash was at the very least easy to talk to.

"Don' count on it. I donnae kiss until ta second date at least, and besides ya seem like ta type to kiss and tell," the coal femme teased.

"My people call it the Norse tongue," Lagertha explained, no word for it in English exactly. "Vhy vas ya covered in sand?" 

Lagertha sat on her haunches, curious about this stranger.