Fringilla stepped to the edge of the village of Arinbjorn. It'd been a month or so since the Wild Hunt was gone, and she hadn't seen the Lodge of Sorceresses much since then. Part of her wondered what they were doing, but most of her felt... lost, unsure of the future. There was part of her that told her to go home to Toussaint or attempt visiting Nilfgaard again. Arinbjorn was at least welcoming, even if she did indeed turn some heads. Whether it was from her good looks or merely because she was a mage, she wasn't sure, but the people were nice to her, so she couldn't complain. Her green eyes stared longingly out to sea, lost as to what to do. "What waits for me next?" She softly spoke to herself, oblivious to the fact that she was being approached by someone from behind...