A tale was heard across the nine realm. A tale of a half-jötun bride seeking to avenge her clan and with her band stand up against the Aesir, now Sigrid along the rest were heading to recruit one more member residing within Midgard.

Seid-Kona: "This is the place, but i have douts they'll follow us."

Thyra: "If it turns out they don't wish to come along we could always like... leave?"

Andvari: "Lass we bloddy did not walk all the way here for nothing, it's either helping us or hammer to the knee!"

Hervor: "Dwarf has a point, it's taken us days to get 'ere the least we can try is to get shelter."

Egill: "From tales i've heard this one is a double edged blade, best we can do is to convince them. Worst case being we're attacked as traspassers. Has anyone seen Sigrid?"

Ulfr: "The Weeping ran in..."

Leif: "Wait what?! Sigrid!"

Sigrid: "You there! You may not have heard of us, but if if you have you then know why we've come here!"