[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] Nidavellir 
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Runa couldn't help but notice how loud Klara was. Everyone tended to be louder than Runa of course, but Nadia wasn't nearly as bubbly and outgoing. It made her smile ever so slightly. She would have assumed that after being dead for so long, Klara would've been numb to the world, her emotions worn away like a river carving away at rocky shores over thousands of years. It was really admirable. If she was so lucky to still be... well, not alive, but not completely dead, she didn't think she would have been so full of life. She wondered what Klara's secret was. 

	She looked with interest as the tools they had gone to such lengths to retrieve were just sloppily tossed onto the table, and Runa flinched a little bit from the loud noise. She winced each time the dwarf threw something carelessly out of a drawer, feeling a little bit bad for the small inventions. Some of them were doubtlessly breaking and they didn't deserve that. The poor things hadn't done anything wrong and they were just tossed aside... Maybe she did need a therapist if she was starting to relate to spare inventions...

	Runa tilted her head at the compass when Nadia gave it to her. It didn't look special. She had a suspicion that they had been conned, but she kept her mouth shut - at least on that note. [color=#a81a75]"Thank you, this is very kind,"[/color] she told the dwarf. [color=#a81a75]"Erm... Shall we go, then?"[/color]