<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;">Freya had not really the intention to harm the boy as he was really no opponent to her. It would be like a dogfight between a wolf and a puppy. But Felix tries to be funny weren't the wisest idea either.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"No one will likely call you lady again--I really don't know how they could confuse you with one, but you know."</span><br/><br/>Freya gave him a dark glare and even when he got more serious it didn't light her mood. <span style="color: #80FF00">"Would the piss of your enemies please you just as much as blood, because I do believe the boy has wet his pants, Freya..."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“No it won't as I never bath in piss, only in blood. But if you keep that mocking mouth of yours, SIR Felix, then I may take you to wipe it up.”</span><br/><br/>Thyra stepped in then too and compared to Felix Thyra had one big advantage. She had the respect of Freya, so it was far more likely that she would listen.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"We came here to drink, so let's do that. I'm thirsty and waiting around for you to get your blade a little bloody is not what I desire to do this evening."</span> Freya looked at her sister and she let go of the boy's ear and the young noble scurried so quickly out of her reach that he would have beaten every fox in a foxhunt. But Freya was not yet finished with those nobles. If she would have been honest then she would have admitted that she was mostly pissed that these soft men had managed to beat them over and over again. And it infuriated her more than everything else to lose. And they had lost countless times.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Any other mighty nobles here who want to step in for the young boy? Nobody here with the desire to die tonight? No one to shed some blue blood for the bath of a Valkyr? What about you, you look capable to wild a sword? No? Or you?”</span><br/><br/>She had pointed out two middle-aged knights and both quickly left. Some more of them got up, but Freya turned around.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Stay and drink your ale, folks. I already understood that nobody here will give me some satisfaction. Ah, I hate this place. Felix, why did you bring me here?”</span><br/><br/>Freya grabbed her mug and downed it in one gulp. The next one was placed immediately in front of her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Well, at least that works..."</span></div>