[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210504/d7f004badc14d89a01c96a62bb90f230.png[/img][/center] [hr] Mazorn was positively giddy. "I'm half Canadian. He did meet me in our ancestral home, while I was hiking. As for why he chose me, he mentioned something about 'repairing past mistakes' of which I have theories on but until I see him and kick his behind, I won't have figured out." He moved closer, motioning the other man to continue through the cave. "I'm as real as they come, I'm afraid." He patted the other man's shoulder. "Ysmir's beard you're nearly frozen... Hmm.." He slammed Gungnir into the ground, the spear brightening slightly as it stood as he let go of the shaft. Reaching up to the tip, mazorn grimaced as he drew a bit of blood from his hand and motioned for Torbjørn's arm. "Uruz Raidho Gebo. I give you a measure of my strength for the road ahead. That should keep you." He picked up his spear again before continuing forward. Himinn leapt off his shoulder and aligted on a rock nearby. The bird scanned the area, as if seeing something the others couldn't. Use to it by now Mazorn kept walking. If the raven had something to say, he would let them know. "So, what part of the homeland are you from, friend? Or is it son. Gods this whole thing is weird. Odin barely explained it and just told me that I would be hunted and needed to ready myself. Did Lord Baldr let you know of anything? My sight of the palace is being blocked since it's got some sort of barrier on it, but I think I saw the Bifrost." Using the light from his spear's evoked rune, Mazorn checked the corners they passed by. He had gone spelunking a few times before, but it wasn't something he did regularly. [@tokkiya]