[i]Skællmagde[/i]

A swell of pride swept through Vala as she heard the term left his lips. Despite her elation, Vala noted a difference in how he talked, placing him somewhere farther North, presumably, as he talked like one and addressed Vala as a 'southern sister'. There were a few isles to the North that she could recall visiting but usually the ice made it difficult for the bulkier longships that the navies used. 

"Heiketa Vala." (I am called Vala) And after she introduced herself, returned the Seothrunn's bow. She was warming up quite nicely to the man she had only met a few minutes ago. Kinship played a big part in that. 

Seothrunn's next words, however, caught her off guard. At first she didn't understand it. [i]Reputation? Why would I care?[/i] But it didn't take long for Vala to catch on. By that time she had taken the pastry from Seothrunn's hands but once she made the connection, she dropped it and shoved it away as if it were some pile of shit. A Boneman was sitting right next to her...

"Oú ert Bienmǫgr?" (You are a Son/Kindred of Bones?) She asked curtly, raising her voice slightly. "ótrúlegt..." (Unbelievable) She added without considering Seothrunn's defense. She felt her right hip burn as if reliving an old wound. "Ég skulda einn af mǫgrfólks þíns fyrir særa mig." (I owe one your kind for wounding me). As she said this, she leaned back in her chair, glowering ahead, and rubbed her right hip. "Hann stakk mig í bak." (He got me in the back). With that she leaned forward again and glared back at her dining companion. Taking up a different pastry, she took a bite out of it. Chewing, she took the opportunity to think on her situation. She didn't outright hate the guy because Bonemen never went that far South and her ships never went that far North. But the snag was that they were on separate sides until now. 

"Anzvíti..." (Damn) Vala said aloud as she thought about it longer. She was probably stuck with this man for the foreseeable future and petty squabbles weren't something to have going on a ship, or whatever was in store for them. "Gleymdu því, Það mun vera langt ferðalag, ef við erum í hár saman." (Forget it, it will be a long journey if we are at each other's throats). She couldn't be 100% sure that it was a Boneman who had stabbed her, after all. There were a lot of folks who turned to brigands and Vala wasn't petty enough to assume all folks were brigands. No matter where they came from. 

As a peace offering, she reached across the table and grabbed a plate of smoked meats slices, making it easier for both of them to enjoy something a little hardier. Taking one she shoved it down after taking another bite of her pastry. It was kind of a hazy area and Vala wasn't really sure how she felt, so she kept quiet and stuffed her mouth to prevent something petty from leaving her lips.