[She could tell him who and what she is. She could call on any of a dozen different mounts that could bear her up to the top of that tower and confront this son of a bitch. Hell, she could probably call in a strike force of Valkyries if she really needed to. But the simple fact of the matter is, she doesn't have enough information. Killing a king - or a god - takes planning.]

Well enough. My shop's not far, and it's warded. If he tries to follow us there, he deserves what he gets. [Her expression is a dark, foreboding smile. Word to the wise, do not follow a forgemaster of Alfheim into her domain intending to make a fight of it. It will not end well for you.] I can hold this shield another ten seconds - let's quit this place before he finishes preparing that strike.