Ravensblood Forest run devil run

"How do you not know about Heiðrún?"

"I must be new," Bazi replied tightly, accepting Björn's ridiculous reprimand with clenched teeth and narrowed eyes. Of course it's a giant, ale-dispensing goat. Of course it is.

He dropped a half-rotted apple at her paws then. It smelled strongly of something Bazi couldn't identify - much less deemed safe for consumption. But she was determined to play along, and stooped to lick at it. "I am but a maiden," she lied, "and must take my time with this... gift. What did you do to deserve such a fine feast, oh -" she trailed off, lingering on the 'oh', "... fine warrior? Did you sacrifice a banquet's worth of babes to your Odinn?" Yes, it was a bit much, but she was desperate to get to the point and be gone from the forest.