"For you Ivar, I have several." Her tone is light and teasing as she stands from her seat, dragging another one over to the fire pit for Ivar to sit in. Her home is small, settled off away from the main drag of Kattegat to allow her the privacy she desires, keeping her away from prying eyes.

She's fairly certain more than a few of them think she's some kind of witch. "Come and sit with me, tell me what's on your mind."