Lagthera's lips curled but she didn't answer immediately. It would be rude to point out that the Hall was filled with weapons. Between the torches and the irons in the fires; the axes or the shields that were hung on the walls, still possibly stained with their last kill.

The tour was absorbed with attentive nods, any passing questions she might have being broached and dealt with on the way. She was engaged but quiet. Attentive. The faces were warm and full of cheer and it helped build a very comfortable, comforting atmosphere.

"I'm curious to see what kind of land lays between the Halls," she admitted as they stepped into the kitchen and she out of someone's way with a practiced grace that suggested she knew a thing or two about moving around a crowded room.

Lagertha slid into her seat and crossed her legs, leaning against the wall to better see both her company, and the kitchen workers.

"And to see how they farm in this world. Or if they farm at all. The battle field too - If I'm going to be charging up it."