Larksong Grotto where gods want

She was still sneering, her good eye watching the bear-like man at his task from the corner of her sight, while she too lingered over her work.

Dog... jeg ser dig gemme dig på toppen af dit bjerg... she hummed, her tone light, still probing the man's boundaries. Not content with merely stirring the wrath of the gods, she relished in venturing into that of mortals.

Langt fra konflikt, langt fra erobringer og slag... she continued, pausing her task to turn toward Skorpa, her gaze playful, perhaps mocking. Er det, hvad der forventes af en nordmand? At skælve for krigens kald, i en kvindes arme?