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A path was made between the rolling mountains of the throne and the crimson forest of the Seiiki (though Wardruna had not heard word of them since they were Sem’ya) band. It was a slice of the Raven's Grove which wrapped around, dancing along the foothills of the mountains. A place which Elk Charm traveled. A place which Wardruna flocked too when hearing her calling song along the southern borders which were Northfall.

Wise (though possibly without knowing) for the deep-ocean eyed woman to not enter such a forest deeply. Wardruna had only felt a haunting, forbidding presence among the many eyes above watching her. A dark labyrinth she felt was likely made by the trickster God his very self.

With little words, the trader had said she would return and so she had. A loyalty of promise Wardruna had learned through much hardship and disappointment to greatly appreciate and admire.

Hakacenyou! Wardruna called out the butchered name she had used from their first meeting. You have returned! The bellowing benemoth called as she trotted nearer.