The large man did not really mind having his picture taken. Especially not when it was clear how much Kara was enjoying herself. The young woman's excitement was pleasing to the blond man, and it made the world feel new again to be beside her when she was so excited about something. It made him feel more alive to experience her excitement, and while she may have worried about the cost of this trip it was not only not an expense for the Berserker, but it was money gladly spent. The large man had a bigger mouth than Kara did, so he was making more headway on his turkey drumstick.<br/><br/>The tall man was led by the hand towards another attraction, and Hallbjorn was not sure what to make of it. The people wearing furs and leather, daubed in mud stripes, had crude spears. They looked like some of the more backward tribes that he had fought in his youth and then even in some demonarchies - though the latter denizens had horns and claws.<br/><br/>Sensing Kara's eyes upon him, Hallbjorn looked over at Kara and met her gaze. His expression was neutral. His brows drew together. "One thousand, two hundred and thirty-six years, give or take a decade. We did not reckon years by the birth of Christ when I was born." The blond man told her. His turkey drumstick was finished, and he discarded the bone in a nearby waste bin. "Have you seen the A&E drama<em>Vikings</em>? I sailed with Ragnar Lodbrok, and later his son Bjorn Ironside. I was part of what history remembers as the Great Heathen Army. And in armies that mortal history do not record."<br/><br/>He turned his gaze back to the barbarians. A few of the males had begun to spar with each other in a semi-choreographed display. It was intended to look flashy to onlookers rather than be a demonstration of practical combat technique, and it succeeded in wowing the people watching.<br/><br/>"The Berserkers are looked upon like that." Hallbjorn gestured towards the barbarians. "We are regarded as crude, crass creatures who are slaves to our rage, our stomachs, and our cocks." The man said, and some resentment crept into his voice. "The reputation is not undeserved. When I served under Aiden the Fierce, all of the Berserkers spent their waking hours fighting, eating, or fucking. But not me." He paused, and pursed his lips for a moment. "Let us go find something else to look upon, Kara. I hear mummers over there. Perhaps they will have jesters as well." The big man pointed over to the north, where the sound of music came from. He wanted a change of scenery before he became mired in his distaste for the behaviour of his species and the bitterness he felt at the low regard that all Berserkers were held in for it.