Ivy frowns faintly. “I was 15, and well all the scars are from the mission Arty and I were on when we met.” She smiles. “I’m actually the daughter of Tyche.” She frowns deeper and looks at Arty. “Your not in a hurry with her, are you? I want to monitor her.”

Asa sighs. “Well I don’t know much, but what do you want to know? I mean it’s basically what Simon said, you fought a valiant fight that you died in, and the valkyries took you here because you have a Norse god as a parent. Don’t know much else.” She shrugs.