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A refreshing sweep of vitality rushed through Torbjørn. For being the other man’s first journey to this so-called Palace of Communicators, of which he still wasn’t sure was sane of him to think, he had quite a grasp on something supernatural. The image of the stone that Baldr had gifted to Tor flashed in his mind’s eye. Would he have the ability to manipulate the power of the runes as the other man did?

[color=2D5CAE]“Mmm, a good question. I’d like to think friend, ja? I was born and raised in Bergen; and, if I had to guess, I think it would be fair to assume that you are from the Oslo region based on your dialekt.”[/color] Fairly certain that the other man wasn’t a threat, a more trusting tone could be heard in Tor’s voice. As they cautiously trekked through the cave, Tor glanced over to Odin’s Communicator. [color=2D5CAE]”Tell me, Mazorn—you asked if Baldr had let me know anything—out of curiosity, has Odin been chatty? Baldr visited me for the first time and the last time a few days ago. Either he is not the talkative type or he is testing me.”[/color]

The raven continued to act as a scout as it glided from rock to rock as they walked. As they squeezed through a tight corridor a large wrapped bundle caught his eye. The wraps were falling off of it in places and some sort of viscous liquid oozed out of it. Then, a voice carried through the darkness but a short distance away: “Okay, let’s get going then.”

Quietly Tor turned to look at his new travel companion. His eyes motioned to the voice as if to ask him if he thought they should go investigate.