Larksong Grotto what gods desire

“Tilbage så snart. Er du forelsket i mig, Faust?” Ayovi slinks down through the birches, eyes encountering his familiar force before settling with intrigue over the woman in gold. She is ragged and rough and pacing the northern flanks without any trace of fear. When she does speak it is of her gods, and the huntress is reminded of Skorpa.
“Er ligeglad med nordmandstruslen. Hans krav dags rejse mod øst. Du er kun i nærheden af mit bjerg, og jeg har intet behov løb du af,” she tells her in broken danish, a modest curl to the dark lips before the ice is levelled towards the man. 
“Kan ikke sige det samme, Faust. Hvad bringe Darukaal til Winsook? igen.”