( Holy shit, this thing speaks. This is neither horrifying nor startling for Lagertha; in fact, she is that much more taken with the object, holding it further away from herself to see how it catches the light of the sun. And someone's moving image inside. One corner of her mouth turns up into a wry smirk, because she is already wondering just how much this thing might net her.
But she catches his words, and weighs them before responding. Everyone has one? Well, balls. She snorts, considerably less impressed with the locket. though the little painted picture inside is still somewhat interesting. )
Magic is the province of the Gods. I'm only interested in weapons or a ship. ( Or both, tbh. Also, why is she responding to the talking object as if it's sentient? She's been here for too long. )
Oh hello there! c8
But she catches his words, and weighs them before responding. Everyone has one? Well, balls. She snorts, considerably less impressed with the locket. though the little painted picture inside is still somewhat interesting. )
Magic is the province of the Gods. I'm only interested in weapons or a ship. ( Or both, tbh. Also, why is she responding to the talking object as if it's sentient? She's been here for too long. )
Who are you?