Agethar nodded silently, too nervous to speak. Bale looked uneasy, too, which almost made Katja grin. Wow, even the mage was getting spooked. She was getting good…
Orrr it was just her size. ...Yeah, probably that.
At any rate, at least they spoke when she introduced herself.
"Agethar Twin-axe, Northern Venator, at yer service," the bearded guy introduced himself, shaking her extended finger.
The giantess couldn’t help but smirk a little at the tiny motion. My service? Well… maybe he can come in handy. I suppose.
He turned to the mage, and asked, "who are ye? I never got yer na-"
"Bale." the mage assassin interrupted. Katja raised a brow at the impatient little mage, but held her tongue. Perhaps just the look enough might make Bale reconsider being so hasty to interrupt people around her. Or not.
"Right," Agethar said before looking up at Katja's face "So, what's it like living in th' Jagged Edge? I've never seen so many...different races in one place before."
Katja chuckled… albeit not with much mirth. “There are rarely so many outside of breeding pits.” She remarked, sounding vaguely disgusted. Whether it was by the variety of species or by the pits was left ambiguous, though.
“Otherwise it’s harsh and cold with a lot of backstabbing.” She shrugged, crouching slightly as she figured they were far away enough from Caiden’s encampment to run across some wildlife. Hopefully something remotely filling, on that note. “I’m sure your lands are far more hospitable…”
...All things considered, what if I just went there? Leave the Jagged Edge behind? I mean, I’d have to contend with humans, mostly, but… they can’t be more threatening than other jotnar. Especially with so many mages on my side.
Katja stared off into the distance somewhat as she clearly lost herself in thought.
Squinting discerningly at the hill giant in an attempt to better gauge his motives, Sigmar intoned, “Aye...he does.”
Hallvard tried to keep his sigh of relief from bursting out of his chest, instead easing one out. That was-
“Apparently I was too quick to judge, most of yer kind worship Surtur, may he choke on ‘is flaming sword.”
The giant winced, but didn’t exactly retort. “T-that sounds remarkably painful. H-h-he definitely deserves it, though…” Skardisson found himself murmuring in agreement with more than a little earnest. He was not the first to offer an overtly violent or otherwise painful solution to a problem, but in the case of the leader of the Armies of Chaos… well...
Sigmar continued, “I am Sigmar Oathbreaker, priest of Forseti. Is yer friend there a worshipper of Baldr, too? It’s a kinda rule that ah have to ask Baldr-worshippers their opinion on his twin brother, Thor, too. All siblings, even gods, need peace kept between ‘em at times.”
“N-no, Alden and I don’t really… discuss the g-gods much.” Hallvard admitted, sheepishly setting the demon-kin on his knee. For perfectly understandable reasons. “I assume he’s more… ah… Achaean in faith?” He paused. “E-er, whatever the t-term is. A-anyway, uh-”
He paused, something about what the dwarf said hitting him. Twins? Thor and Baldr? Pretty sure dad would’ve mentioned something about that…
“...I-is that a trick question?” The jotunn asked uncertainly, though even as he asked he was sure that was the case. “I-I mean, um, I’m sure Thor’s nice, t-too… b-but Baldr’s been m-much more forgiving to my…”
Hallvard's voice drifted off as Nefer suddenly conjured a molten, flaming blade. To him it was hardly the size of a pin, but… was that a sign?! Was she really working for the jotnar?!
The giant just managed a squeak as he stared, paralyzed in terror and paranoia for the moment. W-what is with this woman?!