"Sigrdrifa, are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
"Is it dangerous over there?"
"Not really... Well, maybe a little, but I can handle it."
"Has your identity been doubted?"
"Uh, no... I mean, what is there to doubt? After all, I do possess the Otwell family bloodline."
"How do you feel about the Otwell family?"
"Terrible, they're all muscleheads. Aske, do you remember those gladiators we met in the Constantinople Arena?"
"I remember our squad leader was Saiotis, seemed like he was always looking for trouble."
"Not looking for trouble with us but with you, Aske. These Norman's personalities are a hundred times worse than Saiotis' ever was. I can put up with Saiotis, but I can't stand them—it's hard to believe they are actually my siblings."
"Really? I can hardly imagine what someone a thousand times worse than Saiotis would be like."
"It would be like him standing in front of you, and your fist would automatically fly to his face."
"Hahaha, that would indeed be quite annoying."
