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She bounded after Rosalyn, following despite not being sure what exactly that entails, "Are we... Going to war with them?" The looming thought of 'battle' hung to her head. She had never been in one, nor' experienced, by the yearlings of her age were all excited for the first battle they would get.

All that Grímnismál knew, it involved bloodshed.