Ocean's Breath Plateau Could this one be my last?

"O-Ok.. Thank you." She offered gratitude to the man who not only was helping, but seemingly slowed down if she struggled to keep up. He was intimidating, large and white with deep, serious eyes. It reminded her of the men of her isle, who looked at the reaper with such a scorn, and simply caused her to flee into the witch's corner.

She didn't have many friends- or any, at all.

"I'm Grímnismál, uh, Grim is fine too." Her name longed and complicated for the english-speakers of these wild, she had settled with being alright on 'Grim.'