[hr][hr][center][b][h3][color=#a81a75]Runa Johansson[/color][/h3][/b][img]https://i.postimg.cc/7YrrpX7R/moodboard-Runa.png[/img][hr][b][color=#a81a75]Location:[/color][/b] Hotel Valhalla - Feast Hall of the Slain
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] Wicca [hr][hr][/center]	Runa didn't notice the rune floating over her head at first. It was only when she saw people whispering and looking at her in confusion that she dared to tilt her head upwards, seeing the shimmering symbol. She had a passing familiarity with runes, mostly due to their usage in Wicca. She bit her lip, recognizing it as the DÆG rune - meaning [i]day[/i] and by association, Balder. Her eyes darted over nervously towards the head table, seeing everyone conversing amongst themselves. Sweat was beading up on Runa's forehead. Every fiber of her being wanted to run, to disappear, to vanish, but she was frozen in place, unable to even speak. 

	Figures emerged from the mist and Runa's anxiety was skyrocketing. She had read about them. They were seers, priestesses who could divine the future. They approached her and surrounded her, making the air catch in Runa's throat as she suddenly felt incredibly claustrophobic. Their words haunted her, charging her with bringing Balder back from wherever he was being kept alive or the world would end. It was too much responsibility for her. She was just a teenager. That was a job for someone older, someone who had at least finished high school, right?