Taraxa nodded curtly, "I look forward to it, Warlord." His tone was genuine, and excitement lit the depths of those golden eyes. It had been too long since he'd been on a sanctioned viking, and being chosen to fight in a raiding party that was led by the Warlord himself was a bit prestigious, at least in Taraxa's mind.
After bidding the Warlord farewell, Taraxa made a bit of a promise to himself.
He would have to n** back on the mint and berries, that much was certain.
