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[color=7ea7d8]Time: Morning[/color]
[color=7ea7d8]Location: The woods searching for sister dearest[/color]
[color=7ea7d8]Interactions: [@Helo]-Bowyn[/color]

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The viking woman thought on Bowyn’s words as he went about dousing the fire. Torvi wasn’t truly convinced that there was meaning to her life anymore and part of her wondered if it would be better to just let herself be killed. The thought was dark, morbid, and strangely familiar. It was similar to when she’d lost her babies in her womb and then her husband. It was Siri that pulled her out of those thoughts, helped her see that her life still meant something to someone. She was gone now, though, so who really cared if she lived or died?

Bowyn seemed to care. To a point, at least. Perhaps not in the same way her sister did, but he was helping her and seemed to care a tiny bit if she lived or died. It was this thought that kept her from traversing further down her dark path in her mind. She glanced to Bowyn and then the bird as he introduced her formally. [color=7ea7d8]”Thank you Boreas, I am truly grateful for your help.”[/color] She said to the bird with a soft smile, unsure if he could actually understand her or not. She was banking on the possibility that maybe he could since he seemed to converse with Bowyn.

She watched as Boreas flew away and waited patiently for Bowyn to gather his stuff. She gently hummed to herself, something she did often to pass time when she was waiting for something. It was a very feminine quality of hers, as her father always put it, teasing her for the habit. She’d never cared, however, and kept doing it through the years. She only stopped her humming once Bowyn seemed ready and Boreas had returned to lead them.

[color=7ea7d8]”Thank you Bowyn, you have been far more helpful to me than I would have ever hoped for. I truly owe you my life.”[/color] Torvi told him as she began to follow him and the bird into the forest. She walked in silence for awhile, more so keeping her ears open for any nearby dangers. If Bowyn was right and there were people out looking for her then she would need to be alert at all times. It would be in all of their best interests if they didn’t let their guard down even for a second.

It wasn’t long before she saw movement ahead of them and she looked to Bowyn for a brief moment, pointing out the movement just in case he hadn’t seen it either. She tried to proceed closer as silently as she could, but stealth really wasn’t her strongest skill. As she got closer she began somewhat recognizing her surroundings from the night before, though everything seemed just a little different in the daylight. Her eyes were locked on the movement ahead, that movement slowly revealing itself to be a woman standing over the body of her sister. Her hand immediately went to her axe, not liking that someone was messing with her sister’s body. She halted in her tracks, however, as she watched her sister’s arm move. Slowly her sister began to sit up, but the sight was frightening. Her skin was pale and had a blue hint to it, there was frost forming on her skin, and the horrible hole in her chest was still there. Siri was clearly still a corpse, yet she had been reanimated somehow. That’s when Bowyn’s words from earlier rang in her head on how Aklenroth could raise the dead. [color=7ea7d8]”That bitch turned my sister into a draugr.”[/color] There was a deadly tone to her voice as she gripped her axe tighter and looked ready to attack the woman who’d done this to her sister.