Freyja

At the inference from Haruk about their lack of stature her knuckles whiten on the grip of the spear. Too long had she been victim of jokes and abuse from the drunken rabble that made up most fo the Jarl's household. But, before she could speak the well spoken Hallbjorn and Gunnar speak and she relaxes slightly. STill standing in front of the daughters she nods to Hallbjorn, "Thanks for the words of warning. I know not all those names but we'll keep an eye out"

At Gunnar's weak joke she smiles slightly looking the bard, almost level with the mounted man despite her horse, "Aye, lets be off and leave Hallbjorn and his companions to their business."