Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150626145118/@comment-5583506-20150701022846

Ivarr was the chieftain and the leader of Elda's tribe. He had been ever since she had left the Reach for Solitude.

''He still looks old as hell... probably has the personality of it as well...''

"Elda", he rumbled. "I barely recognised you in the dark, but know I recognised you."

"Yes, and I am glad you do. However... there is an issue here. These men belong to me, but..."

"... but they don't carry your markings, my dear?" shrugged the old man. "Which means that by right they do belong to me. So what should I do with them? Hm? Should I make them sharpen our weapons? Should I make them deliver the pregnant womens' babies? Hell, maybe I will just use them to have something to rest my feet on?"

Elda crossed her arms over her chest and gave her father a surly stare.

"But by doing so, I would have alienated my oldest daughter on her first visit here in the Reach for a very long time", said Ivarr and smirked. "Go on then. Paint them with your markings and make them yours. Don't come and tell me later on that I don't spoil my children enough."

Elda smiled warmly and made a light bow in front of the man, before signaling to Tiberius and Ragnar to follow her.

"Cat?" asked Ivarr which caused Elda to freeze up. "I want to speak with you in private later."

"And you will", she said confirmingly.