When you’d began moping about more frequently, Heimdall thought little of it. Your thoughts grew annoyingly loud at night, too. They grew more worrisome, until he’d eventually decided to watch over you for a day. When he saw the way you were being treated, shoved to the ground by a group of burly men, he was appalled. He emerged from his hiding spot, ire fizzling off of his frame.

“And what in the 9 realms is going on here?” He snarled.