“Go on, talk to her.” Finan nudged osferth, as they let their horses drink.

The village they were passing in, some way away from Bebbanburg, was filled with young girls. Particularly - you.

Daughter of the blacksmith, pretty and charming and all things one would consider lovely in a village girl.

However, the girls travelled in groups. Hence, why Osferth was much too nervous to approach the group of giggling girls sitting by the town hall.