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Upon the evocation of the torch rune, a welcomed warmth grew from within Torbjørn’s body and radiated out to his toes and fingertips. The below zero temperature was suddenly much more bearable.

After turning around to the sound of another voice (an external one), he could only stare for a moment. He was a bit speechless after experiencing such an otherworldly sensation. A raven was perched upon the man’s shoulder. Its jet black feathers had a silky and sharp look about them. It cocked its head from side to side as the words “The son, the sun” formed from only what Tor could assume was its ability to manipulate airflow, much like a parrot.

[color=2D5CAE]“Den ravnen,”[/color] he managed to mutter, wide-eyed. Tor ever so slightly shook his head as if to snap out of a trance, then made eye contact with the other Norwegian. Right away he noticed what appeared to be a rune tattooed over the man’s left eye. Despite being of Norwegian descent and growing up in Norway, Tor had forgotten most of what he learned about runes from grade school. To him the value of learning them was purely of historical value; however, he had a feeling that they were going to become much more important. From the little did he remember, he thought that the tattooed rune could be Ansuz.

[color=2D5CAE]”Unnskyld… I’m Torbjørn.”[/color] He did his best to smile amicably, though it ended up just looking awkward. He never was much of a smiler. [color=2D5CAE]“Thanks for the, uh, stave, I think it was?”[/color] Curious, he glanced at the meager winter attire that the other Norwegian was wearing. [color=2D5CAE]“Ah, you are a true Norwegian!”[/color] he joked and added, [color=2D5CAE]“Is that why Odin chose you, friend? I must admit that I was beginning to think that I had lost my mind—that my missing Norway had manifested itself as a voice claiming to be that of Baldr. Yet, here I am.”[/color] His attempt at a friendly smile faded. A look of doubt replaced it. [color=2D5CAE]“You are real-“ He paused. “Right? Not a figment of my imagination?”[/color] Tor took a few tepid steps closer to Odin’s Communicator, unsure if he was going to disappear like a hallucination.


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