#rivervale_lodge

Dagmar stops, amber eyes fixed on the new wilder.

"....Hey."

"Hi" Siv says, putting a bit of hair behind her ear.

She remembers to blink, and looks down at her plate.

Olgar says "This is Chieftain Brekke, Baroness of the hold. Hearth Kerri, my wife. And yes I got lucky. This is Siv, the Chief's daughter. And this is Dagmar, Her dad's not here, but she's already proven to hit like a hammer. Mind your Ps and Qs."

Dagmar pushes her veggies around, watching Hastien from the corner of her eye.

"Yeah sure, 'scool. thanks for the squat" Hastein nods to all and sits.

"They're not potatoes, but they're okay."

"Welcome, Hastien." Brekke nods, expression neutral. "Help yourself to food." If she puts a very slight emphasis on the word food, it certainly has nothing to do with Siv playing with her hair.

"There is ale in that jug," Kerri points, "Or juice or water in the others, if you prefer. And perpetual coffee over there."

Dagmar quietly stares-not-stares.

"Thanks." He says and reaches for the ale.

"So... you're training with Olgar? To be a rover?" Siv says "That's such a noble calling."

Brekke returns to eating her food as Siv asks the question she was about to ask.

Olgar raises a brow at that gives his wife a kiss on the cheek, "Smells good, as always"

She shoots a brief scowl at Siv.

"Tastes better," Kerri responds to Olgar. "Eat."

"Yeah, I guess," Hastien "I like to travel, I like kicking ass. Seemed like a good way to make a name for myself."

A grin at the kiss on the cheek.

Brekke asks, "Where do you come from, Hastien?"

Hastein shrugs "Bit of here, then there. Moved around a lot. My Dad's Puerto Rican"

"Long way."

"Is your family kith or kin, or...?" Brekke looks at him as she takes another bite of food.

"Well, yeah" He says to Dagmar "But never been this far north before. So there's that."

"Mm. Your first trip north is in the cold months. It is not always like this."

Then he takes a bite, and says "Mostly mortal, my mom's father might have been a troll but never met the guy. I'm my own man though. A lonely road is fine by me"

"Never been that far south, so..." A shrug. She rubs the back of her neck, and, perhaps subconsciously, touches her hair which is twisted up in protective braids.

"Once we quested on the seas off the dreaming and was near Norway" Siv almost blurts

Brekke nods. "I understand." A look to Siv, eyebrows raised.

Hastein looks over at Siv, and impassivly says "cool"

Kerri gives Olgar a bemused look. "How is he doing so far on the trods?"

Olgar looks to Kerri, "He's not as good as he thinks he is. Nearly got fooled by a false trod. Needs to check for the signs of shadowsilver"

"Sitting right here, man" Hastein snorts

Then to Dagmar, Hastein says "Hurricane down there even messed the Dreaming up. gets wild"

"He'd say it to your face, too," Kerri points out, not unkindly, passing him the bread and cheese platter.

"Really? Damn. I don't know a lot about the Dreaming yet..."

"why not? Not much to it, you step on the silver, stay on it, and make sure you go armed" Hastein says "You look like you got an arm on you, could probably back most things down." then to Kerri "Yeah. He did. Already. HOw am I supposed to know that trods that cast shadows are more often the illusion?"

Brekke watches him. "Dagmar is not yet sained."

Olgar snorts. "I don't know, when the senior Rover says 'hey moron,, wait a sec' maybe pause and think he's not just being chatty?"

"I have a weapon though. A halberd. It's taller than me."

"And she does, indeed, have an arm on her," Brekke confirms.

Hastein rolls his eyes "whatever man, I would have figured it out. Sides, even you said I held up against the Underscrambler fine."

"There's 'not much to it' until you realize there's more to it," Kerri says, grinning a bit...probably something she's said to Olgar before.

A frown from Brekke. "The Underscrambler?"

Siv says "An Underscrambler? What's that?" /// Hastein answers Dagmar "Unsained huh? Sucks. been there." A grunt, "But at least you got steel. Some don't even come in with that"

"You got into a fight? If you're gonna be around, maybe we could spar?"

"And yeah. No trods, no adventures, no anywhere."

Olgar answers the question, "Ironically, much like legends of trolls under bridges Underscramblers scramble along the underside of trods or illusions of trods. Real trods still burn them some , but they work the edges. Nasty Gollum on steroid types"

Brekke clears her throat and looks at Dagmar pointedly. "Indeed?"

A slight frown at the comment on trolls under bridges, and a pause...then she nods slowly.