He nods, idly sweeping his fingers through the bushes' leaves.

"That time you sent me to speak to him about Jarl Borg..." he then says, a little hesitant, as he is loathe to bring up the past.

"We were just like this, walking through the forest. He asked me to tell him about the gods. So I did, the oldest stories I could remember. And he knew them, too, Ragnar. He understood the gods as well as I! Yet...I think he is like two sides of a coin. A bronze one. One side polished, the other tarnished."