Nodding to newcomer, "Aye, Gunnar Hallvard, it is well, though we had several goats take ill this past season, so our herd is having a hard time, but the crops are settled, Svanhild will see to it all while I am busy though," he eyes him in return with a raised eyebrow, not knowing too much about him "How are the spirits today? Good I hope?" he asks, tearing a piece of bread, and nodding to the others as they sit

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Gunnar rides up to the three on his on horse, Thor, his wife thought it amusing to call his horse after the gods themselves, even though it hinted of blasphemy. He often refrained referencing them by name because of it, which made some things awkward, making his wife laugh even more.

He nods his head to the three girls as they approach, "My apologies my Lady, we only just got word, we are ready as you will. May I ask which meadow we are going to today?" he completely ignores her imperious attitude, he'd talked to nobles who 'assumed' much more before, this was nothing new.