VIÑETA UNO:

SVEN: We were plundering a picturesque little village up the coast from here where they make the most exquisite amphorae...

XENA: And the point is?

VIÑETA DOS:

SVEN: Unfortunately my men caught me paying the villagers for the goods we were stealing.  They were a mite peeved i must say.  Now it appears they´ve deserted me altogether.

GABRIELLE: Your ship was in that cove?

VIÑETA TRES:

XENA: What about your father? Won´t you b e missed?

SVEN: I dare say they´ll concot a yarn about how i died in battle.   Everyone will want to believe it.  They´ll get drunk, sing songs, write a saga, then forget me.

VIÑETA CUATRO:

SVEN: I soppose a dead hero´s less embarrassing than a live son.