Berserker
the boy said proudly.
"Eat, Brandur the Destroyer. Enjoy your time off. Magnus will have us back out in the mire and muck before too long, I am sure." The Hirðstjóri gave Brand another long, meaningful look before turning, cuffing the young warrior on the head again, and marching out the door.
"What's your name, boy?" Brandur asked the young warrior who was wearing an ever-deepening scowl on his face. If the boy was discontent enough, he may be useful.