the way that it shines may just dwindle with time

Ragnar did not have the reservations that he had once held about speaking openly to those that did not share in his faith about his revered All-Father, or any of the other Norse Gods, even so. When Odinn had commanded him to leave the Cove, to head to the southern lands where they did not know of him and spread the word, and to convert if he could, the Jarl had learned to be forth with what he had once kept closely coveted. He understood that his religion and speak of Gods was likely to earn him a few scoffs from these Southerners, having experienced it before. Still, the Scandinavian found that he did not mind as much as he once had. Perhaps his once slave, now Priestess Wife's tolerance had rubbed off upon him. After all, no one knew scoffs as much as she did, and with even more irony inflicted they had mostly came from Ragnar and his ilk. The strange woman before him, however, did not seem repulsed by the idea that Ragnar had brought religion into their meeting so readily, only she gazed at him with what he recognized as curiosity. Something that he shared with not only her, at the moment, but with the All-Father all the time.

Despite whatever curiosity she might have harbored she did not ask for specifics and Ragnar was not the kind of man to shove his beliefs down the throats of others. She gave him her name when he asked for it. Caiaphas. He tucked her name away for safe keeping though he was not very sure what he would do with it, at this point. She asked for his name in return in a sweet manner, causing the scarred Scandinavian's lips to begin forming into a smirk. He had many names: Heathen, Ragnar, Heimdall, and occasionally shared a moniker with his deceased older brother. He was never sure which name he would give, if he would take the moniker of the Guardian God, or if he would give his own name until he was presented with the choice. I am Ragnar, He chose his real name, this time. I am the Jarl of Stavanger Bay, Most days he did not bother offering a translation of Jarl figuring that his body language spoke through the language barrier. Translations from his native tongue to the common tongue were not so starkly clean, anyway. Jarl didn't mean Alpha, nor King. It was a title he had chosen for himself because it was what his father and even Bjorn had done before him.

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