"She is holding one of our sheep. We had many sheep and goats. Her name is Nissa. She is not a Nix, though. Only named as one." He settled the little picture back into his pocket before shrugging. "She is not the most beautiful woman Othnar ever saw, but she has quite a strong mind, and has often bested Othnar in knowledge of things." He looked over at Nathan and got a small smile. "You are kind to say that about her, Nathan." He knew he didn't have the most beautiful woman by far - that, in his mind, would be Freya, but he wasn't going to say his wife wasn't beautiful. She was, in her way, as beautiful as a woman could be when they were born mortal.
"To speak more of this idea you had. To have you sing as I played. I do not make music as loud or as strong as your band plays, but it is because I know only the Old Ways. You perhaps could instruct me to perhaps bring out that battle energy into the songs I play, maybe."