Stavanger Bay Really bad eggs.

A gasp left her lips, evil seeming to spread vilely from the mouth of this stranger. She couldn’t believe it, and a stagger drew one of her hinds back as her mind itself wished to free of the situation. It couldn’t be-

“It was you...” the reality had come to make it clear with the details he had provided. The rest had come from those damning lips, an offer to finish the job- panic leapt into her throat so intensely the Swan near suffocated. Her eyes widened, scattering sapphires at this. And to hear he had taken down Ford...after all he had shown her... it would seem suicidal to try fighting him. 

But she had sworn to Ford she would remain his warrior, to fight in his honor, to salvage whatever glory he had worked for himself in this now blooded land. 
Her heart and mind hardened against the possible outcomes of this foolish decision- 
She could very well perish. 

Narrowing her resilient stare at the gold flecked man, she threw her life on the line. There was no bowing to a man who had not claimed her respect, nor her word. 

“Then so it shall be.”

And there she stood, flashing her banner that turned upwards with every whip.