"Move it, fífl!" Sigrid bellows from on top of her horse. You can´t help but roll your eyes at the insult. She may have grown up with you after your father Jarl Harald took her in but you still can´t stand her.

You grab your axe and mount your own horse before joining the impatient shield maiden for the scouting mission. She gives you annoyed look as soon as you´re beside her. "Are you ready? Or do you need me to braid your hair?" She asks you mockingly.