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         Ulfar & Tyra Leiknir

Tyra shifted awkwardly in her seat as Thorin accepted her excuse. “The Norns have a purpose for us all.” She added, trying to shift his attention. Hatsumomo sigh came almost perfectly in time successfully turning the group’s attention towards the Wa’s departure.

“King Ulfar, will allow Princess Tyra to accompany us back to Wa will you not?”

Ulfar stroked his beard ponderously, an expression of great thought across the little of his face not covered by beard and hair. “To send my daughter thousands of miles away when Fyrkat is finally unified.” He thought out loud, not breaking his guise.

Tyra looked pleadingly at her father, her usual impish grin back. “Please, father.” She begged, her hands clasped together in front of her. “I’ll swear on Tyr himself that I’ll behave!” she added, it was a promise she had made much in her childhood. Her name being of Tyr’s own gave her special treatment with the god of Justice, although it did mean that any oath she swore on him would return to haunt her if it was made falsely.

“Hmm.” Ulfar continued, a small smile creeping across his lips. “Of course, my dear.” He finally added as his daughter lightly punched his shoulder. “Just be respectful of the Wa ways. You must show our guests the same respect that they’ve shown us.”

Tyra gave a small jump of joy at her father’s permission, “Thank you father!” Although her original demeanour towards the Wa had been untrusting and for a Fyrk quite disrespectful, Tyra had warmed greatly to the Wa people and their totally alien culture fascinated her.

Ulfar’s mighty beard turned towards Katsura as his daughter busied herself with pestering Hatsumomo for questions. “I must advice you however, Katsura. Tyra has a fierce temper and from what you have told me of your Wa politics it could be best to try to keep her at a distance from them. She has a penchant for causing trouble as all children do, especially daughters.” The wise leader sat back in his throne as he thought over his next words. “Though of course she may be the total opposite and stay as a model citizen.” He looked over towards where his daughter was currently trying to empty a horn of mead faster than one of the Dogrlund heirs. “Then again…”

Slamming her horn on the table in victory Tyra was praised with hearty cheers as the Dogrlund boy, slapped Tyra’s shoulder in hearty appraisal. “Thorin, would you join us?” She asked holding a fresh horn for the new comer. “Hatsumomo, you can check for cheating!” she smiled, the sweet drink already going to her head. She definitely had her mother’s tolerance.

Ulfar shook his head with a smile, “Forgive me Katsura, I don’t mean to fill you with dread of my daughter.” His hand reached up to stroke his thick beard. “I am sure she will be as fine an ambassador of Fyrkat as anyone else I could send.”