Isgred smiled lightly. It was almost a philosophical question. But there was a point to it – what was she hoping to find? She wasn’t a warrior, she had no interest in riches from plundering. She didn’t want to go to gain glory and fame, to acquire slaves or lands in foreign countries. She wanted to go because she thought it was the Gods’ will. She wanted to go and help the other kill as many Christians as possible.

She knew her motivation should be to heal and help people, as the rest of the vǫlur. And while she fully intended to do so, her heart’s true desires were somewhere else. She wanted blood.

Still smiling, she sat next to Aksel. [color=0072bc]“I am hoping to fulfill the will of the Gods,”[/color] she said. She could be less mysterious, but she to maintain the vǫlur reputation. [color=0072bc]“These Christians are offending them by their mere existence. If they can’t be persuaded to deny their false god, then the world should be rid off them. But I can make myself useful in other ways – I am a very skilled healer and also can take care of myself in a fight, if need be.”[/color] She finished the rest of her ale, grabbing another one from one of the girls passing by.

[color=0072bc]“I was also hoping to lead the ritual sacrifice ceremony the night before we go, if you are planning to have one. But don’t let me distract you from celebrating, I think you have some unfinished business over there,”[/color] she nodded towards a blonde girl who was serving ale. A pretty one – long hair, red cheeks, ample bosom, a joy to look at, even for Isgred. She smiled and leaned her back against the wall, sipping ale and watching the men in the great hall.