"The Roman whore's wouldn't know a good mead if Thor himself pissed it down their throats!" Volrath said with a meaty roar of laughter to The Celt. "You are right about that pig swill they call wine...drink of the gods? By Odin's hairy balls it is not fit to wash the blood from my axe! It leaves my bowels in a state that the others here seem to find offensive indeed." he followed up with a grin. Licking his lips, Volrath took another moment to eye up and down the body of the newly arrived female again...<em>delicious indeed.</em><br/><br/>His attention was drawn away from the new arrivals as he heard a roar of anger and the meaty thud of a fist against a man's face. Turning about, he caught the last blow landed upon the face, causing the recipient to fall in a tangle of limbs as a tall body stood up and shook his head. "Aye now there Dane! Now that is how a true beast from the North fights! We sons of  Odin don't hit like no Roman women!"  Looking away from the Dane, Volrath shot a glance to Korbis and gave him a sly grin. "Korbis...do leave some of the new whore for the rest of us..."