*Gerd leaves her room, pulling on her left gauntlet and her cloak tucked under her arm. As she walks down the corridor Gerd flings her cloak behind her back and attachs the clip across her neck.
Gerd passed Marin and Chere giving them a slight nod as she yawns. Walking in the lounge she fixes herself a plate of food and grabs a cup of juice before sitting with the Aesir*
"Dulce bellum inexpertis."
Official Forum Expert on Norse Mythology
As Odin says in the Hovamal:
"Praise no day 'til evening; no wife 'til on her pyre; no sword 'til tested;
no maid 'til bedded; no ice 'til crossed;
no ale 'til drunk."