Allt veit ek Óðinn

Bylgja pants. Her sides heave and she looks down at the broken skin on her leg. It doesn't hurt too bad and she takes a moment to lower her head and lick the wound clean. It'll scar, but Bylgja has plenty of scars.

Her head jerks to the morose guide. Bylgja's lip twitches just a little and she narrows her eyes at the guide before jerking her chin toward the guide.

She doesn't speak, though, and instead fixes her eyes to the top of the tunnel, trying to find the safest route. Where does the ice seem to be holding...

Bylgja uses WISDOM.