[Ah, what shall she be this time? He'll find out eventually what she is if he pays any attention at all to the others in the city. Some of them love to proclaim it from the rooftops as if warning them will spare them from her wrath.

So perhaps lying is just delaying the inevitable, but it's also fun and means they're more likely to have a civil conversation for the time being. She smiles. Shrugs.]

It just makes me someone from a world that has tieflings. But I know that's not what you meant. I can't say I know what I am, why I have eyes like this. Some odd quirk of my birth. At home they say I'm a vǫlva, a seer of sorts, but that's old mythology speaking.

[Thank you, Ivar, for that bit of information. The vikings are now her people, for this man. She would make a fine one. It's an easy life to pretend to have led.]