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	Kjalr, not one to argue when he was agreed with, nodded, handing back the rune of Tyr. 
	
	"Thank you m'lady Hwithryth. However, I warn you, I'll only wait for two days. At dawn on the third, I'll depart."
	
	Excitement grew within the young warrior. He'd be free without spilling a single drop of blood. He amused himself with thoughts of how little his kin valued the effectiveness of words. He returned his thoughts to the Briton noble in front of him. He silently prayed to Freyr, the God of Peace that this woman was a true ally and not going to betray him and lead him to a quick death. However, there was something that Kjalr found extremely comforting about the woman... their shared paganism mayhaps? He did not know, but he suspected there would be a long and beneficial partnership, if not friendship between the two of them.