When A Crone Comes A Calling

Cool wind ruffled her further and her earthen gaze turned to peer across the north. The turn of the season was likely to bring snowstorms. It would be good to find a place to settle soon, she only hoped her guess was correct. Soon another woman, swathed in gray and black appeared. "Heil." Inga returned the greeting as the woman stated she was standing on the borders of Yfir. The older woman was well versed in a hand full of languages, as well as the one this woman spoke though the hints of the home tongue strengthened her belief that this was indeed the woman she was seeking. "I seek my former charges, Lyndvarr and Lærke Finnvi. I have had dreams of late and after much deliberation it was determined to be the will of the gods that I take to travel and reunite with them. I hope the gods guide me true, do you know of these young warriors?"

"Speech"