Diaval pecks at the length of cloth around his leg, pulling it away from the shinying gold ring around his leg. He taps it as he glides down from Ragnar's arm.

Before he lands, he changes into a young man - naked and heavily scarred and looking so very tired.

"There is a farmhouse, to the right side of the setting sun." He reports without waiting for clothes. "Boys, loud and fair and a babe in arms. A big man who carries anger like a club and two women - one fair who rarely goes outside and the other with dark eyes and much sadness. Are they the ones you seek?"