[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 - the World Tree
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] Stamina, Agility, Norwegian[hr][hr][/center]	Runa nodded meekly at Klara's words of encouragement. She reminded her a bit of the guidance counselors at school - idealistic and chatty. She was waiting for Klara to start talking to her about transcripts and personal essays and what universities she was interested in applying to and what she was intending to study. Runa never really was interested in higher education - she wanted to just do her own thing off by herself. Maybe she would have opened up a metaphysical shop on Etsy, as she wouldn't need to see anyone ever and she could just spend her time off in the woods. That wasn't really in the cards anymore as she was [i]dead[/i] and on a hopeless quest to save some supposedly dead god that she had never met before. 

	As she continued to climb, she braced herself as the squirrel [i]barked[/i] at her - apparently bark was another English word for insult, she noted. She blinked and then smiled slightly. [color=#a81a75]"Det er det? Det har ikke vært en dag jeg ikke har ønsket å drepe meg selv i årevis. Jeg hater hver centimeter av meg selv. Jeg føler meg som et spøkelse som har et lik. Du kan ikke få meg til å hate meg selv mer enn jeg allerede gjør,"[/color] she whispered to the squirrel.