<span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-indent:1em;">"We all trusted him. There was no way we could have known." Ragnar replied softly, lightly brushing one of her tears away with his thumb as the tear rolled down her cheek. "We did the best we could. Go clean yourself up, Farkas is gathering a few friendlies to his tent. If you see Merlin or Brynn, lead 'em that way." The brute flashed a benevolent smile before he took his leave with a sigh. He felt bad knowing how crushed Vesper was. She didn't deserve this. Rikke didn't deserve this. None of them deserved this twisted fate.</div></span>