It was a good thing for Ingvoldr that she had a long skirt on or Widimir would have seen more exposed than just her toes.

"Now that I have seen your toes, I think you need a bath, but as I have also seen your calfs, I think I desire a sip of milk."

It was about this time that her brother walked in and start--her brother?!?! Oh by Odin's spear, I should not be seen like this though Ingvoldr seemed unfazed by the sudden intrusion of family.

Yet, remove herself from me she did not even as blades began to fly.

"Oh Ing, if you do not let me up I am afraid my trousered blade will pierce you. Rather, perhaps, I should use my blade of metal instead to show that Goths are really the best known for their skill with tools of love and war."