Hrefna's grin widened as the little girl furiously corrected her. How cute.

"My sincere apologize. You are tiny like Ingvarr girl-child, except with less [i]heft[/i]. I make bad assumption. You are not child, but under-fed, yes? You must eat your potato and drink your milk, grow to be big and strong."

As she was about to offer to feed the weakling, the snake-woman slithered up to them. Hrefna did not know her, save for her very distinct appearance, but it seemed she was popular today. She didn't understand the issue with the Orc heads, but she [i]did[/i] take a liking to the term 'macabre flail'. Hrefna laughed again.

"Macabre flail, you say, snake woman? Is very good. I will add this to the tale of my victory. 'Hrefna make macabre flail of the heads of her enemy' very evocative," she complimented, nodding, "but why do you hold little girl up into the air like baby-child? Are you teasing her? Is funny, but she does not need uppy-boost like toddler. She need stew."

Then another small child, this one with a beard, stepped into the puddle of blood which was admittedly pooling a lot as Hrefna stood in one place. Hrefna did not understand the question very well, so she simply held up the Orc heads.

"Is to show off my glorious victory."

Then she turned to Reeva, who was also approaching her. She knew this name. The woman was very pretty and very friendly, so she was easy to talk to, even for someone like Hrefna. She grinned back at the woman.

"Is to show off my glorious victory," she repeated as if she was saying something entirely sensible that no one else seemed to understand.