Kara's lips parted in surprise when Hallbjorn told her how old he was. She had guessed that he'd been around a long time, but her mind had not guessed at such an age. Her attention was focused solely on him as he began to speak, and luckily she'd been able to pick up her jaw. Perhaps she should have been discouraged by his age, but Kara found herself wanting to know all that he had seen.<br/><br/>“I love that show.” Kara told him, and was so glad that she'd watched it. It felt now like she had a better understanding of Hallbjorn's past. “Though I didn't know it was based on real world events.” The awe in her gaze was unmistakable.<br/><br/>Yet when Hallbjorn looked back towards the barbarians and told her of the opinion of berserkers, her smile wilted. She didn't miss the resentment in his voice. Her heart ached for him again, and she wanted to deliver him from the turmoil of his thoughts. When he suggested they move on, she slipped her hand in his once again and finished off her turkey leg as they headed north.<br/><br/>At first she had held his hand to make sure she didn't lose him as she moved through the crowds. But now she acknowledge to herself that she liked having that contact with him. It was hard to believe that she'd known him for such a short period of time, because already she felt stronger for Hallbjorn then could have ever imagined.<br/><br/>Kara tossed her finished leg in a nearby trash receptacle as they came up from behind the crowd, and licked the grease from her fingers. She heard loud classes and the whinny of horses that had her pushing her way through the crowd and holding onto Hallbjorn. When they reached the front, they came upon a jousting tournament. Excitement soared through Kara once more, and when she spotted an empty spot on the wooden bleachers, she led Hallbjorn over to it so they could sit.<br/><br/>She soon had the camera on his cell at work as she took pictures of the men wearing full metal armor while seated on their horses. Bales of straw circled the area, and the ground inside was churned up by horse hooves. Each man had a long spear with a blunted tip and a shield. When they charged at each other, Kara held onto Hallbjorn's arm as she held her breath and watched wide eyed. The impact had her jolting in her seat as one man was thrown from his horse. She gasped, her hands squeezing Hallbjorn's arm more tightly, and it wasn't until the man on the ground stood up uninjured that she joined the crowd in cheering.<br/><br/>Kara looked up at Hallbjorn, and the attraction of a live jousting tournament faded. Regardless of all the new things around them, she still found him the most interesting. It was not easy to whisper in his ear, since she only came up to his chest, but Kara tugged on his arm until she was able to.<br/><br/>“My kind, the vampires, are looked upon horribly as well. I'm sure they deserve it for the most part, too. But you do not seem to have clumped me together with them. You don't seem to judge me by their standards. And Hallbjorn,” her hand slipped into it again, and she squeezed gently, “You are not crude, or crass, and you are a slave to nothing. Aside from my father, there is no man I hold in higher regard.”<br/><br/>The crowd began to dissipated as a break time was announced in the jousting ring, and when Kara looked past Hallbjorn, she grinned eagerly and pointed to what she saw. “Hallbjorn, bellydancers.” Kara told him breathlessly.