Mm. [He nodded thoughtfully, pausing to take a slow drink of ale, obviously deep in thought and trying to weigh all their options out.

Ragnar didn't seem to react at Ivar's second suggestion, almost like he hadn't heard him until his gaze flickered up to meet Ivar's, eyes dark.] It is what he did to Athelstan, so, in this case, he would deserve it. It would be a just punishment.

... But he would burn you. And we would not want that. ... We could use something...

[He didn't relish any of this. In fact, it made him hate Dodger more that he'd forced his hand. In his mind, he had to take revenge for what he'd done to Athelstan. It wasn't a choice.]

I can have him meet me by the farm. You can stay out of sight at first. Bring whatever you feel you will need.