<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF0000"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Freya Ostergaard</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">Valkyr of Oferta</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/ccaf9432-fce0-46a6-9413-fe8e3154daee_zps4ea8bea9.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #80FF00">"Freya, I do hate to rush you, but we really must be going. How is Thyra going to feel without us there?"</span><br/><br/>The Valkyr let out an angry hiss. Felix was getting to her nerves. Whiny like an old women and caring for the wrong things. Thyra was big enough, she knew how to handle those Southeners. And she had no reason to be going. Those people meant nothing to her. She was only here to support Sir Felix. But it looked like the young boy wasn't the same her as he was in Firth. Quite a pity, she had started to like him. But today....no!<br/><br/>Freya had tried to imagine what to wear. She would not go without her body armor, but anything under it would be too warm. Damn, how could you live at such a place? She graved for the cold winds of the north and the rain and the ice. Finally Freya decided to wrap only a band around her chest and to put the armor over it. It was kind of the least she could wear.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"Freya!"</span><br/><br/>Freya had enough of this whining. She ripped the door open and her hand went right for the throat of Sir Felix, grabbing him and forcing him backwards into the wand. The boy choked a little under her grip, but she gave him no air.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Stop being a pain in the ass. We go when I want to go and no second earlier. If I hear only one more whining Freya out of your throat, I will stick my dagger into it. Now be some nice guy and bring me some ale, before we go."</span><br/><br/>Freya let go of Felix and the boy panted hard for fresh air. She went back into her room and slammed the door shut. Grabbing her weapons, she placed them on her body. The small dagger into the fur lined boots, the large dagger in the back of her belt, the battle axe sheated on her back and two smaller throwing axes right and left in the front of her belt. That should be enough to take some Southeners down if they played it nasty. A small knock on her door, made her walk over to it and to tear it open. Felix stood there with a mug of ale and she took it from him, emptying it in one try, throwing the empty mug behind her. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Alright let's go, Sir Pain-in-the-ass."</span></div>