[hr][hr][center][h1][color=goldenrod]Valona “Norsa” Norsys[/color][/h1][/center][hr][hr][color=goldenrod][b]Location:[/b][/color] Storehouse - Gorlf Northern Territory
[color=goldenrod][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] No one[hr][b]Interaction Tags:[/b] -[hr]
	Valona had been busy writing in her notes and concerning herself with her current situation to really pay attention to anyone that was around. She had no desire to make friends and even less desire to accept anything from these people. She noted the large, muscular and scarred man offering food for everyone but she didn't even acknowledge this. She remained curled into her corner, legs crossed and scribbling away inside her book. Norsa and Ha'des were still bickering inside her head and it took all she had to focus on drowning them out so that she did not weaken mentally and let Norsa take full control. That would not be good for anyone in the general vicinity as Valona could imagine Norsa trying to help start a fire by casting yet another fireball spell within the storehouse. No one would want that.

	Sighing quietly to herself, Valona finished up her notes and bound her book back up. She looked around at the rather large group of people she found herself in the company of and she frowned. Why was she here? She had been travelling alone not hours previously and now suddenly she was pulled into a group of people that she did not know, sitting in a damp, muddy storehouse while the elements outside threatened to flood them out. She didn't ask for this and yet, here she was. She questioned why no one was concerned that she had set the storehouse on fire originally. Well, that [i]Norsa[/i] had set it on fire, but perhaps Kyra had not told the others this information just yet which, in all honesty, Valona found odd.

	Burying her notebook away into her pack again, wrapping it in the waterproof sheets she had for it, Valona set her pack as a pillow and wrapped herself entirely in her cloak. She was not unfurling her bedroll as she knew she would not sleep for long. A nap was what she would have and it would be enough. She did not plan to do magic again for a while if she could help it. That last surge had been far too much to control. She began to drift off into her usual restless sleep.[hr]