“Yes, little brother, and I have drunk enough that I do not care at all how terrible I look.           Though I am certain that the rest of them look worse.”

                               Green eyes moved from the land that could already be seen to Hvitserk - she frowned at his words, like she could not believe what he was saying. “I thought being a Prince already made you rich enough?” She scoffed, eyes moving back to the land Bjorn promised they would find. It had been a long journey, indeed, and though she felt extremely tired, adrenaline was keeping Ingrid’s eyes wide open, ready to fight on her first raid. “I am not judging, it was just funny.” Ingrid shrugged, like she was apologising for her previous words. “My truth is what brought me here, so I guess that the both of us trust on what we believe. And on Bjorn, of course.”

“WE?” He scoffed, an awful gleam in his eye as he stared the other down. “WE don’t have to do anything. What will YOU do?”