Stone Circle north

Gunnar.

A soft smile accompanied her quiet greeting. Home. Home! She had spent her young life on the road, venturing far and finding very little that satisfied her for very long at all. She had wondered if she might never find a place that truly felt as home to her.

But Kvarsheim remembered. And she felt that soft glow.

I went looking for Sanja… and though she could say more, she simply shook her head, and knew Gunnar would already surmise the outcome of that, but it is good to be home now. You are well? Bjarna?

The borders seemed strong, and Gunnar looked healthy, despite the gray that continued to age him.