Aasim didn’t expect Ólafur to notice him approaching. It only took Ólafur a blink of an eye to stand up and turn around, confronted by his opponent, finding the young guardsman in full armor, pointing a strong spear at his stomach. Ólafur even had managed to put one of the discovered swords around his waist, although his missed Einar, the sword he had fought and won numerous fights with and rescued his life many times. He heard the guard call out a demand in a language not known to him. Still it was obvious the man opposing him intended to spear him because of his trespassing and capturing the hidden stock of swords. Without drawing the sword Ólafur took a fighting position challenging the guard with his bare fists and a yell trying to intimidate his opponent.
Aasim had never seen a fierce Nordic warrior like this in the flesh, ready to attack in spite of him lacking any kind of body armor. Apart of the bright eyes, his fair hair and complexion of his skin, he couldn’t help noticing the Norseman’s foreskin was still uncut, which made it all the more obvious this was an infidel. This barbarian robbing the Emir’s treasure was a severe sin, which had to be prevented and avenged adequately. Failing this task entrusted to him would imply serious consequences.