Ivar took notice of the new arrival. A smile crossed his lips for a brief moment, however brief but still enough to show his admiration. He quickly wiped it away, and sat still on his rightful throne.

He had been planning his defence against Bjorn, but as he looked up his look of curiosity and admiration was still obvious. He did not look away from such a bloody sight, as most men would have done.

“You look… like you have been busy.”He chuckled.