Kjalr stared at the woman, his jaw unhinged. He could not believe the words he had heard and thought to himself that maybe his English was a little rusty for there was no way she could have suggested what he thought he heard.

	"You expect me to turn my back on my Gods? To cry out to a man who was killed by Romans? Even if it were an act, I would never blaspheme against my Gods, only to wake up to Thor's hammer poised above my head or Odin's spear thrust in my belly. If you truly wish to aid me, order the guards to bring me a leg of chicken for my meal tonight. Do this small thing for me, and I will do all I can to repay you."