She was sad again. He could see it. She was a witch, and the Torvalds hated witchcraft, but... She was different. Keileasson walked over to her and placed his huge hand on the back of her neck, right between her shoulder blades.

"Hey, that's a sour face again. What's wrong, my beautiful sorceress? Has someone hurt you? Just tell me, and the whole crew will stand up and give them a piece of their mind."

He squatted down and rested his lips on her shoulder. He was huge. "An uncivilized barbarian," she called him... And yet she loved him very much. She joined them because he promised her peace and stability. He fell in love with her at first sight, and he was the most attentive and gentle man with her.