[hr][hr][center][h1][color=goldenrod]Valona “Norsa” Norsys[/color][/h1][/center][hr][hr][color=goldenrod][b]Location:[/b][/color] Storehouse - Gorlf Northern Territory - About 90 minutes a head of the wagon, about an hour from the cave in the other direction
[color=goldenrod][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Kyra [@Lady Amalthea] and Malkus [@Lucius Cypher][hr]
	Thankful for the lack of rain within the storehouse, Valona wandered around the building and took in the space and its surroundings. The bits of grain strewn around the floor caused her to consider how long it had been since the place had been emptied. The odd area of dampness where leaks were letting water in were few enough that it wouldn’t raise any cause for concern just yet.

	She looked to her new companion and she couldn’t help but scowl. She felt as though she were being watched and it really did not make her feel comfortable. She muttered under her breath and glowered at the floor as she kicked around small whirls of dust.

	[color=goldenrod]“So…”[/color] It was clear that Valona had no idea what to talk about with this human. She had been alone for so long and when she hadn’t been alone it was neither in a pleasant capacity nor for long enough to actually [i]have[/i] a conversation. Those times were usually when Norsa came out and Valona was stuck hiding in a corner of her own mind.

	She glanced around the room some more, looking up towards the roof of the building and wondered where Ha’des had disappeared to. It was unusual for him to disappear for longer than a few moments. She could hear nothing in her mind from him which caused her face to set in a worried frown. She would need to try and find him soon if he didn’t show up.

	A knock on the door to the storehouse caused her to come out of her thoughtful trance. She raised an eyebrow at the door and looked to Kyra. [color=goldenrod]“I’ll be right back.”[/color] Before she could even give Kyra a chance to reply she muttered a single word beneath her breath and a burst of smoke engulfed her. An owl now stood in her place and hopped a little towards Kyra before taking into flight and flying out of the ventilation points around the roof.

	Flying out into the poor weather was not the most comfortable in this form but she had turned into owls enough in the last 50 years that she was used to it now. Flying around the building to the front where the knock had originated from, Valona spied a cloaked fellow that when she flew a little closer could see that he wore a mask across his face and, had she any eyebrows, would have raised them at the sight of him. His skin was a hue that looked more orc than anything else but she wondered why an orc would [i]knock[/i]. 

	Valona decided that she had enough information to go back inside. Flying around the building to the other side she swooped into the vents there and landed on the ground gracefully. She shook out her feathers to release the last remnants of water before releasing her spell. She rolled her eyes and stretched her arms and legs out as she bounced on the spot to get used to her own body once again.

	[color=goldenrod]“We have a guest… Looks a little shady, really shady honestly but they did knock so if you want to answer the door, go right ahead. I’m going to remain hidden just in case they try anything dumb. Oh and they look like an orc and have a mask around their mouth so I couldn’t be sure if they were pure or diluted so good luck with that.”[/color] Valona then disappeared in another puff of smoke and became the owl again as she flew up into the rafters of the barn where she perched and watched the door intently. She could only hold this form for another five minutes but that would be enough to know what this guest wanted here.
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