[center][h2][color=ec008c]Astrad Lungren[/color][/h2]
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Location: Asgard
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Astrad would still be quite embarassed as they bathed, so much so that he wouldn't be seen to be moving much in the river. Rather, he was just there the whole time, his head being the only part of his body being visible above the water. It was a crazy thing, though, at how the water did not seem to become colder in his presence. Or on how the ice wall melted a while ago. It was really a blessing, though, that the Asgardian gave them all privacy, and them to each other. 

He would find everything to be vaguely familiar, and yet so strange at the same time. This place was a thing of legend, the setting for the stories his grandparents told him as a kid. On how the gods of Asgard walked on the rainbow bridge, how Heimdall blew the horn and acted as watcher. And then they said it was all just a story.

Either way, he rolled his eyes as Amelia asked way too many questions; he didn't really like to be bugged a lot, and only imagine how much patience the goddess had.

Soon enough, they would meet Baldur, who called them adventurers... strange. [color=ec008c]"I think it's a very loose term for us... or me."[/color], Astrad said to the Asgardian. [color=ec008c]"Adventurer is the last thing I could ever be..."[/color]