You sat on your signature stump outside, washing off some animal hide as the day swirled by. Winter was fast approaching and would no doubt hit in the middle of your upcoming expedition, so you needed all the layers you could get.

Atreus had been spending the last couple of days at Angrboda‘s, with the supervision of Sif, of course. And now, it was time for Kratos to start facing the battles he’d been putting off due to having an impressionable son.

You two weren’t exactly friends, but he had no reason to get rid of you, plus, you got along with Mimir pretty well, so the chatter was good for breaking awkward silence. As you dried off your last piece of hide, setting in your basket to dry, the man himself exited his cabin, Mimir on his hip.