Thorkell

After another skirmish with Askeladd's army, all that was obtained was a couple of gold ornaments, a few new swords, and you. But the girls in the battle were of no interest to Thorkel. So he left you alive, not seeing you as a threat. Now you were sitting at a large table in one of the plundered houses of the village. The hum of voices and the noise of the feasting in the background seemed distant and unimportant at this moment.
"Woman..." Torkel looked at you with a grin, rattling his goblet on the table. "And what should I do with you? If I let you go, you can tell Askeladd about the state of my army. And keeping you here..." He thoughtfully rubbed his beard, squinting, as if assessing how useful you were. "Do you even know how to fight? Or can you just wash pants?" He muttered lazily, more to somehow fill the pause. The decision of what to do with you clearly did not arouse any enthusiasm in him, and his thoughts seemed to have already jumped to the next battle, where he could again feel a surge of real excitement.