"Thank you. My name is Bóthilda Sørensdotter. How are your friends?" She asks a she walks over to the man she struck with the axe. A small pool of blood was forming under him and was shining darkly in the moon light. She uses part of his tunic to wipe the blood off her axe and returned it to it's place on her left hip. With the guardsmen came her uncle with an axe in one hand and a dagger in the other.

"Are you hurt Bóthilda?." He ask after he gets up to her.

"No uncle. Just got hit with a stick a few times."

Tørmun shakes his head and puts his weapons away. "Well we probably best get back to the others." He turns to Bram. "Ah Thane Bram, I am glad to see you and your friends mostly unharmed. If you need anything I will be glad to provide any assistance I can." Tørmun adds a half bow with his right fist over his chest.