Eivor grimaces, hearing that news. "I do not know these Normans of which you speak." She mutters. Probably because the guy who founded Normandy hasn't done so yet in her time, and currently works for her to boot.

But she did admit to not being a student of history, so perhaps there's hope yet. "Eivor. "The Wolf-Kissed" was a name I was given later." She clarifies, then turns her head to one side to further illustrate the meaning behind that particular sobriquet. Down the right side of her face and neck, slightly hidden by the patterns of henna that run along her hair and down the length of her face, are old scars, tell-tale signs of a mauling. An attack which likely occurred when Eivor was quite young, judging by how old they appear to be.

"I am a vikingr of the Raven Clan, and drengir to Sigurd-Jarl. And many other things besides. If you do not know of me in your own time, you will know of me here."