Niall smiles despite Hel's reactions. It's almost ... charming the way she rolls her shoulders just so.

"Well, it's not really a matter of choice what a warrior receives as his lir. That choice is made by the gods, and they send us whatever they feel best suits us."

If it were as simple as that lir, you would've received me sooner, the wolf comments dryly, but Niall ignores.

Niall is very tempted to say "Yes; Ceinn - especially after his attempt to have me kill myself," to Hel's comments about cold-blooded lir, but he shakes his head "no".

"Leijhana tu'sai," he says. "Thank you," he repeats, this time in that strange tongue that allows everyone to understand each other here in the bar.