The fight to Paris had begun, and everything that entailed kept Bjorn uneasy. He decided to go for a walk just as his mother had told him to do to clear his mind, which never worked for him and he kept not working, he walked away from the camp cautiously looking for something to entertain himself with until he saw you from the front, he did not expect to run into someone, it was funny that it was just you. He remained silent, analyzing you, you did not carry weapons just dressed and you did not look Christian either, and by your expression you were scared to death, he remained stoic approaching with slow steps, he knew that his current clothes combined with the blood made him look scary, that was good, you should be afraid.

—"Do not move"

His tone of voice dawning and slow, comes to you and his hand slips to touch a gold necklace, he holds it between his fingers without getting to remove it from your neck, he cocks his head with visible confusion, this is not a cross, it is something more rare and deformed, he does not know what it means, he takes the necklace from you with a strong jerk and inspects it more closely, after a few seconds he returns his sight to you and lifts the necklace.

—"What is this?"