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"Then you have a long, and hard road ahead of you. I hope the gods see fit to watch over your journey."
The low rumble of his throat seemed thoughtful as he spoke, despite not even asking what those ambitions was. For he had no reason not to trust the man, to believe that his dreams where worthy. In his time he had seen many come and go, some pleased with the world and others not. More often than not they would fail in their endeavors and become relegated to footnotes in history, something that had even happened to the viking himself. But that was many years ago, and he was a different man then with different ambitions.
As if to lighten the mood after that he'd reach into a deerskin satchel which hung at his side, removing some type of waterskin. But within it was a sweet wine like drink, or what he referred to as honey mead. He'd take a large swing of the drink before holding it out to the side of Julian as if expecting him to want some. After all, was it not right for brothers to share their drinks? But regardless of if he took it or not an impish smile played under his thick beard.
"Ah. I see. That reminds me when I was younger, when I was a wee lad wanting to raid lands far away. There was a great shield maiden, I shall never forget her face or name.." He stopped abruptly as if searching for something, but could not find it. Lips slightly parted before a frown formed on his face. But as soon as it came it disappeared. "I was.. affectionate as you would say to her. I did not wish for her to dine in Valhalla without me, so I fought like a mad man as a young lad. There is nothing like your first action, stuck side to side with your brothers in the shield wall. Only Odin knowing who shall be picked."
That illicted a smile, foreign memories and eras long gone. A golden age for him, but a dark age to others. However he'd take a swing of his mead.
"Long short of it, the lass broke my nose. Told me she could take care of her damn self. Needless to say however, she found herself in my tent that night."
The man let out a chuckle which sounded akin to the rolling tide of thunder, as if with each breath he was gaining mass before exhalling it. He was like a walking storm of energy, constantly moving and burstling with activity. His aura was infectious, it simply washed over people like a sea taken by hurricane.
"So I get it lad. You do what you need to. The Allfather will see to her safety, for all of shall one day meet our ends. I hope to meet mine with you standing beside me."
A grim thing to say, but coming from him there was nothing but happiness with such a thought. For there was nothing more just and worthy of a warrior to die with a weapon in his hand, so that they could walk through the gates of Valhalla ready for his father's table. By this point they had reached the first area, which happened to be the kido training area. It was one of the closer ones, so people could see and enjoy the displays from away.
"Ah Kido. I've no skill for it."