Freyja

The giantess holds her breath as the Nuk approaches the eight. The wounds from duelling the last one still pained her, but somehow she knew that Mørkedrømevandrer was in no danger. The undead thing was a shard of a warrior, with honour still present.

Looking at the daughters of the Jarl she nods a reassuring smile. "All will be well children. The gods reward us."