those kinds of things

The woman's answer is acceptable to Katja. Her obvious pride in what she could do - no false modesty, nor did she seem to be bragging. Simply... stating the facts of the matter, and to her the facts were that she was a warrior of skill. "Very well, Daegmar Tyre. A member of Yfir you shall be. A member of the family, so to speak. You will have your chance at battle, as any of our kind crave. That I have no doubt of - for what is life for if not to die in battle to be raised to the halls of the gods?" She studied the woman quietly for a beat. "You will hold the rank of thegn for now on the weight of your word on your skill. I'm sure you will be able to prove yourself worthy of it in due time."