The gods had spoken. They drew the path my wind and snow and so both Wardruna and Vitus heeded it without question.

Together they ran, following the wind, until they were no longer in the high reaches of the mountains as they once were. Instead, much further south, into the gently sloping foothills which would take them into the outskirts of the mountain which would become the deep wooded Briar Veil.

It is here where Wardruna paused her run, panting. [Q]The first rune I saw, that first mass dream, it had weird symbols and glowed blue.[/q[ She spoke to Vitus. Did he remember? Surely had had to. Wardruna's head whipped around her, olive eyes seeking.