"It makes sense. War stays in the mind." It wasn't Freyr's ideal activity, but of course he was familiar with it. Freyja fought enough for the both of them. "There is glory in it, but there is also fear and heartache. When Ragnarok comes, I will be killed. I gave my sword away in order to win a wife. It was a very good sword, too." He gave Makaria a smile. "You start."