Northstar Vale a chest filled with diamonds and gold

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She was in pain but Rigr had assumed as much when he'd noted her wounds. Still, she held her ground, resolute against him despite her pain. Her will, the viking thought, must have been extraordinary. He was impressed by her, which was hardly an easy feat. Regardless of what happened, whether he stayed or he went he would surely remember Saena. He followed after her as she led the way to where her pack waited, raising a question to counter his own. Rigr was not adverse to physical communication. It was more natural but besides that — as she had witnessed — he struggled with the common tongue. Not as bad as some in Svartalfheim. Some could not even speak it at all. He slowed his steps to follow behind her, ears cupping forth towards her as she posed yet another question. “At first,” He began licking his chops. “I was going to pass through,” That had been his original intent before he realized the Vale was claimed and even at first when she made her presence known to him. “but now I am …,” He took a small pause between his words, searching for the right one and it's translation. “— ráðabrugg ...intrigued.” Whether it was the answer she sought or not Rigr was not sure but nevertheless it rung true. He did not admit that it was she that intrigued him the very most. It didn't really matter. She intrigued him and by extension so did her pack and that was the truth of it.

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