Ylva a levé la tête en regardant Ragnar et s'est effondrée quelques secondes. Thorbrand... tout ce qu'elle a pu imaginer, c'était une jeune gamine qui l'a taquinée parce qu'elle ne pouvait pas jeter une hache. Amis. Avant qu'il ne parte, ils étaient amis. Elle écouta tranquillement la demande d'Odinkar et fit un petit signe : « S'il arrive avant le retour des scouts, et qu'il désire se joindre à nous, je suis sûr que je peux lui faire place, lui et ses compagnons. Je suis sûr que Balder et Sunne seront heureux de voir leur frère revenir. »
Elle a donné un petit sourire avant de siffler son loup à elle, "Je vais trouver Olaeif et Svan et les envoyer ce soir. Je m'attends à ce qu'il leur faille une semaine pour élargir complètement la zone. Si Thorbrand arrive tôt, envoyez-le à ma ferme. Tes projets sont entre de bonnes mains, mon orteil."
Avec cela, elle sortit de l'immeuble, marchant vers le bar local où elle savait qu'Olaeif et Svan buvaient généralement trop. Ces deux voyous se régalaient toujours trop, peu importe le fait qu'ils étaient quelques-uns des meilleurs scouts de Ballarra. Elle soupira avant d'entrer dans le bar, se sentant mal à l'aise dans une atmosphère festive, qui ne s'intensifia que lorsque la pièce semblait se calmer à sa présence et à celle de Ragnar. Elle regarda dans le coin pour trouver Svan et Olaeif entourés de tasses de bière et de gloussements de femmes, impatientes d'y réchauffer les lits. L'entretien criait de l'autre côté du couloir, transportant quelques barils d'hydromel, "Ça s'est passé d'ici! Fils d'A.Lindstrom? Désolé de ne pas l'avoir su."
Ylva l'a regardé et a fait une brève vague, "Non, non. Ragnar est comme une ombre, je ne pense jamais à lui. Je ne serai pas long. Svan, Olaeif, paye tes bières et retrouve-moi par les écuries. Vous avez une mission. Le reste d'entre vous! J'ai l'impression que tu es dans les hils de VALHALLA!"
Elle a laissé quelques pièces d'or sur le comptoir alors que les applaudissements et les sifflets remplissaient le bar. Elle est sortie, avec une expression sombre, en faisant son chemin vers les écuries avec les deux hommes à son dos. Elle a fait un rapide retour sur leur mission et leur a souhaité bonne chance. « Retenez autant d'informations que vous le pouvez et revenez dans la semaine, si vous êtes vu ou capturé ne leur dites rien de nos plans. Compris. Je veux tous les détails, jusqu'aux vêtements qu'ils portent et leurs routines quotidiennes si vous pouvez être assez proche. Revenez dans assez de temps, et je vous donnerai chacun un bonus de ma part, quand le raid sera terminé. Maintenant vas-y, avant que le soleil ne se couche."
Svan sourit, "Bien sûr, M'am. Nous ferons ce que commande Odinkar."
Olaeif a ri : « Nous allons même faire tomber leur salle de bain jusqu'à la deuxième fois que ma dame. »
Ylva s'est ébranlée la tête : « Eh bien, les selles sont votre spécialité Selkollrsson, maintenant allez-y avant que je vous réduise pour m'avoir regardé drôlement. »
Ils riaient, avant de partir dans la nuit, tandis qu'Ylva essayait de se souvenir d'un jeune garçon qu'elle connaissait il y a une demi-vie.
Name: Ylva Lindstrom
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Image/Appearance:

She stands 5,5 with long braided brown hair, deep scars on her face and arm, and considerable muscle definition with the amount of raiding she does.
Title/Rank/Occupation:Champion of the Thane of Ballara, Advisor to Odinkar Meldun
Skills/achievements/etc:Skilled in Hurstwic fighting style with dual axes, and proficient sword skills, \She has some skill with a spear but it is her least favorite weapon. She is an avid sailor and swimmer, and she has acquired moderate farming and hunting skills over her lifetime. Her greatest skill is as a strategist, always studying territories and techniques used to defeat her enemy.
Personality/(Dis)likes/hobbies/etc: Ylva is very quiet most often, taking care to live by the principle that words mean something and she shouldn't use them freely. She isn't arrogant or brash, but when she does have something to say she makes sure it is heard. She is generally kind, but doesn't go out of her way to make people like her. She likes games, her animals, adventure tales of the gods, and children. She also enjoys fishing which she tries to do, whenever she gets a spare moment.
Biography:
Ylva was the only daughter of Adrik Endulson, an impressive raider and ally of Odinkar Meldun and Elva Endulson who was a shieldmaiden in her own right, but chose to stay and raise her three children whilst Adrik was off raiding. Ylva was the middle child, next to her brother Etnuld and the youngest Mjolner. She was a vivacious child, following Adrik and Etnuld around instead of staying at home with her mother,to learn sewing and good housework. Her father found his daughters interests in the warriors art amusing so he enabled her teachings whilst he was home. These happy times ended in her twelfth year, where she was out with her older brother, Etnuld, on a hunting trip, while her mother and Mjolner stayed at home. The siblings unluckily came across, almost by accident, a large Direwolf mother. Ylva was the first to attack, regardless of her brothers adamant urge to run, and for her stupidity received deep scratches to her face, and one arm. Her brother let loose some arrows, before the beast changed it's target, before she finished the job. Ylva passed out and It wasn't until later that she woke up to find her brother and the wolf dead. Whilst dealing with this sudden tragedy, a noise reached her ears and she realized she wasn't the only one feeling grief. A small black and brown pup was licking and yelping at the dead wolf. It was a long night before both were found by a few of the men of the village, and the bodies were brought back with them, including the wolf which Ylva held tightly in her uninjured arm.
Adrik and Elva were never the same after there eldest's death, but no one had changed more than Ylva, blame and guilt made her more somber and controlled. She fought harder, grew stronger and eventually by sixteen, her and her wolf had become one of the best fighters on raids. After a struggle, by her father to find a young man for Ylva to take as a husband, Rollo Lindstrom was chosen, a large dark haired mercenary and trader that owned some farmland near the outer territory of Ballara. Surprisingly enough the marriage did well, apart from the fact that as hard as they tried, children were not to be in their future. Regardless Ylva and Rollo turned to other means of living, through trading on his part, and raiding through hers. She became a fierce fighter for her Thane and even took up her fathers spot when he passed of dysentery.
Her glory as champion came up during this period. At 19 years old she was raiding with Odinkar when a rouge band of Trolls attacked. Many men fell, but Odinkar as would suspect was holding his ground. It wasn't until one false swing of a club that he was knocked down, his sword skittering into the mesh of feet. One troll took notice and went on the attack, his rage apparent as he charged. Odinkar was on his feet about to take down the beast with his bare hands when Ylva let out a roar and got in the way of the attack, slamming her spear up into the chest of the troll. Her feet slid in the dirt as blood coated her features. She let out a whistle as Ragnar, her direwolf attacked the troll and began tearing it to shreds. She earned quite a name for herself, in that battle and the few others that followed, in regards to the mudmen. It was this act that allowed Odinkar to give this youngling more of a presence in his fleet. Ylva was an avid strategist next to her father and overtime won multiple raids for her thane, cementing her name as a champion of Ballara. Over the years, the elder man accepted her as a viable member at the table, but of course with fame also came her tragedy. Rollo died a few years after she was named champion, slayed by a neighboring Thane clan on a raid, his corpse sent back with a slit throat and blue scarf which she has worn since his death. She sent him off to Valhalla in a fire-kissed pyre, along with her happiness.
Currently she lives at her farmstead along with her wolf, with only a few farmhands and there families. She is ruthless and cunning and some see her as a future Thane, with her gained prestige. As for her motives in the future, that remains a mystery.
Equipment:Axes mainly, with a wooden shield, one longsword, spear, and a small dirk in her boot. Few runic charms, a long blue scarf, furs, mail, leathers, sometimes bait for fishing and healing herbs/salves for when she hurts herself in battle.
Other:She has a blue tattoo of an elk on her back, to signify Rollo's crest.