[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] Boston, MA -> Nidavellir 
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Runa was incredibly confused as to why Boston had a bar filled with little people. While she was fluent in English, their vocab tests in school hadn't really covered mythological creatures. She had to use context clues and when Klara explained that dwarves were shorter than average, she assumed they were just little people. Maybe it was nice that they had a place like this to gather, who was she to judge? She certainly didn't have any idea of what that life must have been like. She had blushed slightly though when Klara offered to help her go fix up her makeup. [color=#a81a75]"It-it's fine, thanks,"[/color] she said meekly. Nadia had started moving towards something purposefully and Runa followed her, having very little idea what they were doing there.

	She followed Nadia through the door and frowned, confused as to what had just happened. They had taken a tree and now they just had to walk through the door in a bar of short people? Nadia repeated the word [i]dwarf[/i] and Runa realized that she probably wasn't understanding it correctly. [color=#a81a75]"Oh, do you mean [i]dverg[/i]? Like... the little men in [i]Snehvit og de syv dvergene[/i]? Who sing to the princess?"[/color] Runa asked quietly.