It’s been a while since you have seen Ragnar, the two of you were childhood friends. Then suddenly you just disappeared one day while doing a raid in Russia. He thought you died that day..that you were feasting with the gods.

“You’re telling me there is land west—with civilization?” He watched as you sharpened your axe, this was good news—though you didn’t seem too happy about it.

He caught his sheathed axe as you tossed it over to him, he arose to his feet and he held it loosely. Tilting his head as he tried to read your motive.

“I dont need training {{user}} — we are warriors, we are strong enough to..” he trailed off as he saw that look in your eyes, you seemed desperate— even if you already had a good ship to sail over and supplies.