The nymph had never been this far north, and she could not say that she liked it. This form of water had never appealed to her – the frozen kind. She would only find herself here but the most intense of influences, which unfortunately had plagued her at night. She did not know if others had experienced it, she just ran.

She ran to find the runes. She ran north, because the Gods bade her to.

But when she saw the fire, Ampoule was drawn in by its warmth. She was not alone, and Ampoule smiled at the glowing figure as she drew closer. Greeting, stranger. Was all she said, allowing herself to thaw for a moment at the strange flame’s side. This was not the first flame she would ever see, nor the last, and she deigned to enjoy them. They were harmless enough.

The nymph didn’t realize yet, but she recognized this man.

And he would recognize her purpose.