Boartusk Heights Klatre

It did not take long for the dark figure of the healer woman to appear. She was bright and pleasant in her approach. A waving tail and smile adorned her figure. Jörmungandr watched her with the same impassive stare that he had given upon their first meeting. She did not strike him as one of the Svartravn clan, but she knew of their culture, and she spoke of the raven god with reverence. The differences that she showed were of no concern to the one-eyed man.

Hello, healer woman. You carry the scent of a new settlement upon your coat. Tell me of them.

As he spoke, the image of a pale white warrior woman appeared. Jörmungandr lifted his eye to her, marking the scars upon her face with a placid stare. Why had the healer woman found kinship with someone who was a pale-coat? Jörmungandr did not understand. His wine-red stare flicked back to Maiken with a slight frown on his dark lips. 

The pale warrior was disregarded for the moment. He had not called her, so he had little interest in indulging a conversation with her.