Mil nodded to Gautirr and clasped his arm for a moment then turned away, looking to Lord Rurik as he spoke again, then waited silently as the gathered warriors parted ways. She leaned against her spear as the woman warror left the hall, then shifted her eyes to the man who spoke against her leaving, then to the rune-caster.<br/><br/>Milyausha, not sharing the predjudices of the northmen approached the young woman, stopping a few feet from her. "You are called Signy?" she asked, looking to capture the woman's attention, then bowing her head slightly once the woman looked her way. "In my tribe, all the wise women are very old, women your age and mine are merely their apprentices. You must have truly been blessed by your gods to have gained such skill so young."<br/><br/>"Do your runes show you anything else about this threat?"