'Well you'll certainly get along with one of them. There will be another scout from Finland.'
Ylva knew this because she had insisted to inspect the application letters of the other team members, even though she hadn't seen them long enough to memorize all of the details. Exploring long forgotten parts of the Silent World with complete strangers wasn't a good idea. If you thought about it, entering the Silent World was not a good idea generally spoken . They were going to risk their lives for - for what? The 'recovery of ancient knowledge invaluable to mankind'? That was clearly exaggerated and Ylva didn't believe this to be a decent reason at all. She had spent countless hours in the archives of the Academy of Seiður and simply couldn't imagine that there was anything from the past that could exceed mankinds' knowledge of today.
No, there was another reason they went out there and it most definitily had to do with money. Old books and documents were unpayable these days. A humans life was also unpayable; some fools always signed up anyways. It was her job to keep them safe with the help of the gods. She had never stopped putting her faith in them, even though they had forsaken her that one time in the past.
Now that the seat next to Aimee was empty, Ylva sat down and opened her backpack, examining her writing block: Some of the letters were blurred but the largest part of them was still readable. Thank the gods! It would have taken ages to copy those handwritten runic tables again. In the end her backpack had shown to be at least somewhat waterproof; contrary to her coat.
Ylva took a glimpse at the clock; there was still some time left until the ship from Iceland arrived, she could at least rewrite some of the pages that were damaged by the water.