"Brynhild said to find a bear or a wolf." I look pointedly at him. "Will you help me?" Why the fates am I asking him for help? To have been given such a severe punishment, he probably is a murderer. He stares at me. "What do I get in return?" I scowl. "It's your duty to teach us. The gods bid you—" "The gods can get fucked," he snarls. "I'm a warrior, not a fucking teacher."
