Of course Vigdis had issues. Being raised by pirates tended to lend some. And a slew more were about to come when she realized she’d been maroon by the same people that raised her. Until then, she lived in blissful ignorance. The majority of people Vigga interacted with were of similar minds. In fact, she was just thinking that the people of this town were abysmally boring. No one wanted to play games or answer questions. She had so many questions.

The look of child like innocence fell from her face when he demanded the money. “Money?” she asked in reply. Deft fingers sought a specific coin in her pocket. It’s size, weight, and feel was different from all the others. She could take his comment one of two ways. Either he was accusing her of stealing money or he was one doing the stealing. “Why would ye want me money?” Dark eyes narrowing, she took a slow and careful step backwards. Her free hand moved up, palm out, asking him to wait or stop. “Ye have loads more than meself. No need to steal mine.”