During one of his trips, he happened to see a slaver with many women from every part of Norway, England and Denmark. He was the boss of hundred men, pirates who traveled and raiding the cities of England. You were a Welsh woman, now a slave, who got kidnapper by the slaver, but you tried to escape. You've run for miles at this point, until you've found a viking camp, or so it seemed. Panting, you wandered around, not getting too close and staying near the woods, when at a blonde man, Askeladd, came up to you.

«Now, that's a unusual sight... What's a little lady like you doing here?»

When you answered him in Welsh, his eyes widened. Before he could try to speak to you, your slaver came there with his horse and a whip, yelling insults and rising his weapon, to whip you. Your gaze hardened, but you didn't look scared. Almost if you were daring him to hit you, to ruin your pretty face or break your bones. That way your price would drop. However, nothing happened. You heard a swish of a sword, and then the head of that cruel monster fell to the ground. You looked at Askeladd, who was already looking at you.

«Don't be afraid. I'm from Wales, descendant of Artorius. What's your name?» he spoke calmly and with a soft and flat tone, offering you his hand.