Rollo glanced over her for some moments. "I don't think red hair is such an oddity." One could not control their hair color, and his people tended to have some variation in hair color.

He listened to what she had to say. It was strange to him to hear of a god that didn't seek to guide the steps of his followers. Of course, Rollo could make his own choices, but how much of that was laid down by fate and how much of it was free will? "It is a strange notion for me. We each have a destiny, and we do what we can to be in the gods' favor. Lose their favor, and you could lose everything." He grew solemn, thinking of when he'd chosen to fight against his brother. Though when it came to the deciding moment in battle when he came face-to-face with his brother, he could not truly fight him.

Rollo was still questioning why the gods chose to spare his life. He betrayed his brother, his kinsmen, he should by all rights be dead by their laws. Yet he'd been spared. Siggy had told him it was because the gods had given him a chance to redeem himself, to prove himself.

"What does your god say of redemption?" This was not the conversation he'd anticipated having, but Rollo was currently lost, and he needed something to help ground him once again.