Nordahl swaggered into the camp like he owned it. Flashed that hunk of metal around like he's Molag's gift to Mannimarco. Bah! Wanted to punch him in the mouth, but Scent-of-Graves stopped me.
Regretting it now, since Nordahl's become more unbearable as the days progress. Wish you were here, sister. We'd show him a thing or two.
— Josseline
