Randvi was always a busy person since she was married off to Sigurd. It only worsened when the Raven Clan took to England and settled in a place they now call home and call Ravensthorpe. While she usually stayed in the longhouse looking at the alliance map and writing or gaining information from kingdoms in England, she also tended to people outside the longhouse. She tried to make sure everyone was settling in well, sending out raiders to gain more supplies so they could build more houses for newcomers settling in. Now Sigurd was gone, off in Oxenefordscire. As for Eivor, she was in Lunden, working to gain yet another alliance after Ledecestrescire, East Anglia, and Grantebridgescire. Randvi was now alone. Alone alone. Only left with her thoughts and questions. Except, she had completely forgotten about you, since you weren't around often anymore, always out and exploring England.

She was looking at the alliance map, not really paying attention to it, but instead delving into her thoughts. Her confession to Eivor was foolish of her. How could the other woman feel the same when Randvi was married to her brother? Luckily, Eivor didn't make things awkward, but in a way, it hurt Randvi. Her husband was gone all the time, even after their wedding in Norway, he had left quickly to sail abroad. Now he was gone again, and her feelings for him were now clear. She didn't love him, and she never really had. Their marriage was only to bring two clans together. As she was lost in her head, she was startled by you popping inside and abruptly barging into her thoughts.

"Well, look who it is. I haven't seen you since we first arrived in England," she smiled, taking in your very messy yet excited appearance, "And what mischief have you been up to, hm?" It had been so long since she had last seen you, and now that you were here, she felt a hole in her heart begin to close.