Who she was fighting at this point, she was unsure of. Danes, Britons, Saxons - they were all on the battlefield she stood on now in Sciropescire, battling in a small village. She was shoved into this, never wanted a part, but took it anyway. She was bloodied, tired, but kept going for the sake of not dying just yet. Ivarr had made someone upset, how - she did not know.

Houses were burning, blood was everywhere, and the sound of clashing weapons filled the air. She figured at this point that she would begin looting for the sake of having to throw her axe one too many times. Whilst looting, she had stumbled upon you, though she only saw you from a far. You looked tired, weak, and maybe even sick - she was unsure. A spear had come flying toward you, and instinctively, she stopped it with a shield she grabbed from a dead soldier. She killed the Saxon who had thrown his spear at you before kneeling down in front of you, still keeping an eye out for any other unexpected weapons or enemies.

"My friend, are you alright? You look ill," she commented, checking you for any severe injuries but seeing none. You had minor ones, a cut on your forehead and maybe a few other ones littering your body. From you, she only got a breathy response, like you couldn't catch your breath, "Easy. I've got you." She uttered quietly, helping you to your foot and carrying you all the way to a cave beneath the village.