Larksong Grotto where gods want

In Aspa’s eyes, he lacked the thirst for blood—a hunger that, according to him, had waned with time. Yet he had gained a wisdom few Norsemen could ever claim to possess.

Du vil blive en god far, Skorpa, she declared, this time without calling upon her gods. The soothsayer's attention had lingered, curiously, on the bear-man’s potential daughters—betrayed by the sudden twitch of two attentive ears.

Lad da de unge mænd kæmpe for skønheden hos pigerne i din lejr, she laughed again, a glint in her voice. De vil føre dine krige i dit sted og i dit navn. Snedigt.

As always, she laughed—perhaps with a hint of mockery.

Du er en snedig mand, Skorpa, she added.