<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 snorted at the comments of Thyra. Yes it was too damn hot and she was in a foul mood. The only thing that helped now was a jar of ale and a good fight. First one should be easy, second one would be easy too as she could provoke it anytime, but most likely Thyra and Felix would stop her, especially Felix with his care for these weaklings.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Ale sounds good. I hope they have something better here than Felix served me. It was as strong as the piss of a baby.”</span><br/><br/>When she got her mug with ale she turned to Thyra.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“And did you win your fight? Your opponent got his skull split in half? Ah no, I forgot. This is the children’s game were you poke with little wooden sticks against each other, right? So I hope you stuck one up his nose and the other deep in his ass…”</span><br/><br/>The guy on the next chair, a young noble boy, had turned to her with some furious red in his face.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">“Milady, how dare you speak like that of jousti-i-i…arrrgh.”</span><br/><br/>Freya had turned already with the Milady and her hand had gripped his ear turning it half around and pulling him so close to her face, that he could see the blood vessels in her eyes.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Valkyr, boy. The title is Valkyr. It is Nordic and it means ‘the one who will show you how deep your own fist goes into your ass’. Do me a favor, boy. Ask me for satisfaction as you mighty nobles do usually. I had a shitty day in a shitty town with shitty hot weather and I am longing for some bloody fight to vent my anger off. Your goddamn jousti-i-i-ng means nothing to me, as I only fight when I can bath afterwards in the blood of my opponents. Which I am unfortunately not allowed here. But if you would ask me for satisfaction – I think nobody has anything against a proper duel.”</span><br/><br/>The entire area had fallen silent and all eyes were on Freya and the painfully distorted face of the noble.</div>