Not in a mood to even consider mingling with others after the events of the Scar and its peculiar mist, Freiya sulked in the corner of the makeshift mess hall prepared for the Knights so that they could dine and converse properly after the last few days. She had no appetite, picking slowly at her food. But she knew she had to eat well, so she forced the food down her throat even if it tasted bland in her mouth. A peal of fury still raged on within her, even if she had calmed down considerably after arriving to the camp.

Evening rolled by and Freiya's mood had elevated far above earlier. For she had discovered an entire crateful of wine. Completely [i]unattended[/i], even. Oh, that poor bastard whose job was tending to those. Hoisting as many as she could carry in her arms back to her table, Freiya set to fill her wine-skin before almost gleefully [i]- Light forbid someone actually call her gleeful, she was the sourest of the entire recruit bunch -[/i] taking a swig from the bottle. Freiya watched the other recruits with a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, finding the atmosphere pleasant - especially due to Dys, who had apparently taken upon herself the noble quest of encouraging some of the fellow recruits to drink, with some success.

Freiya arrived to the tent where a few of the recruits were already sleeping later than the rest, having opted to drink in the mess hall. Her arrival caused a few cautious whispers among the night owls, who were either conversing quietly or reading by the lantern light. It was no secret among the recruits Freiya enjoyed her drink, nor that seemingly no matter how much the blonde drunk she seemed to function as well as any of them sober.

Except this time Freiya had a little hop to her step, her face heavily flushed and a stupid grin on her face as she ventured further into the tent looking for a free bed, two bottles of wine in her hands. She was far more drunk than usual. She had missed the episode of Alice's belly tattoo, too.

[i]Were I a bird, would my wings be clipped?
Were I a wolf of winter snows, would I howl for one last time?
Were I a lake, would I already be dry?
Were I still a child, what color would be my sky?[/i]

Freiya had a surprisingly good singing voice, deep and somber like her personality often was. After becoming orphaned, Freiya had learned how to live off of the streets from the drunkards and crooks of her home village. She had picked up a few of their songs, too. Evenings spent sitting by the campfire were one of the few good memories she had of those times.
Stripping down to her underwear, sleep quickly came to Freiya as the woman crashed into one of the beds, leaving the few night owls murmuring among themselves.


[u][i][b]The Next Day[/b][/i][/u]

As the recruits gathered up next morning, they were given their next assignment. A crew of mercenaries holed up in a cavern half a day's travel away. Alongside that, their recruit batch was finally given their name. [b]Team Aegis[/b]. A shield of old legend. Freiya thought it was a good, strong name. Her father had taught her many things of old legends and gods. After all, she was named after one herself. Sitting atop a crate, Freiya took a swig from her last bottle as many of the other recruits hurried about, trying to alleviate both the light pounding at the back of her head and the throbbing of her scar. Then, prompted by Alicia's words, Dys delivered her small, impromptu speech.

Freiya let herself grin at the dwarven woman's words. [i]"Aye."[/i] she thought. She could get behind the two women's words. As soon as her head stopped killing her anyhow.