[h2]Astrid[/h2] Astrid's brows furrowed as the rune failed her when she first tried to use it. She knew that this place had magic, she could feel it. Her empty right eye was prickling with the magic in the air, her body humming with it. God, she was so close to it, and yet, she had failed. She had made a promise to the Allfather, that she would be worthy. If she could not prove herself on this quest, was she worthy of her wings, of her spear? She gently knelt down on the ground and paused for a moment. She traced her fingers in the ruin and traced it softly, trying to figure out how the magic here worked. "Please... I wish only to help." She muttered to herself as she closed her eyes and focused on casting again. She knew that it could hurt her, but... one of their members had already sacrificed herself to this quest. How could she do any less?