Asvor was quiet as she wandered along the crumbling wall, briefly lost in the reverie of her own thoughts. Though the Viking woman was certain that she'd have trouble finding any herbs up here, especially any of use, she was intent on following the ancient structure to the southern lands. From there, perhaps she could veer southwest and head to the central part of the continent, where she knew the lands were far more fertile and would certainly still be producing plentiful herbs despite summer slowly coming to an end. She was so lost in her own mind that she was almost startled when she saw something moving up ahead in the distance, and her pace slowed considerably as she squinted into the distance.
It was no one that she knew, and a quick sniff at the oncoming breeze only confirmed that initial assumption. After a moment of hesitation she continued on, resuming her slightly hurried pace. Her intention wasn't necessarily to approach the stranger - she'd always been deeply introverted, though because she preferred her own company above that of others, not out of shyness - but she was intent on continuing her path down the wall and observing what grew beside it. Before long she was within earshot of him, and she assessed him again now that she was closer with a skeptical, narrowed gaze. "What brings you to this place?" Asvor asked, her tone oddly neutral - void of much warmth but also lacking anything threatening whatsoever.
