Clambering aboard Ásdís let out a sigh of relief, reassured by the lack of angry shouts calling her back off the ship. Her place all the more firmer the red head carefully stowed her pack and belongings and started weaving down along the length of the ship, gaze flickering between her friend and the beautiful Hralding. 

Nervously Ásdís smoothed her sweating hands down the front of her sturdy woolen tunic and leaned closer to the tall man. 

“My Friend…” She murmured, careful to make sure Hralding was not looking their way. “You  still have not given me your name…”