Sunset Valley good has made you blind

Sanja considers.

Her words settle to the strangers ears enough to make sense, and she wonders how long it will last before their barrier causes a mix-up; Norse and Icelandic were cousins of a sort.

A deal, then? We compete. Fish, frog, fowl, all meat counts. But you give me half. It wasn't much of a game. Sanja did not want to be useless either, and it would pass the time if both of them worked the wetland.