Dragoncrest Cliffs No to your letters love

Grímnismál watched the whole thing.

There was sparks flying and threats to be thrown, and it deeply reminded her of the wolves from the isle. They were warriors of the sea, constantly filled with pride and arrogance, just like the one-eyed badger that came and left like a storm. It brought indecent memories, and only when she left, could the reaper finally breathe.

"Uhm.." she spoke up, "what do we do now?"