[He frowned at that. By the end of most battles, it looked like he'd swam across a river of blood and gore.] That does present a problem. Even for the most talented archers...

[He tilted his head a little.] Instead of earning a spot in the army of the gods? ... No. [He smirked.] It is said that until the time comes to fight for the gods, that they will feast and drink in a great hall, reunited with old friends, and fight one another every night to die and rise the next day so they may do it all again. [From the glint in his eyes, it was pretty obvious that Ragnar thought this was a very appealing afterlife.]