Freya was sitting with her children having the usual feast and festivities after another successful Campaign, this time in the Axis Zardana Sector. This was their last night before they set out for the campaign in the Proxima Noctis Sector, yet another war in the name of the Empress and the Great Crusade. In the bitter, biting cold where they were keeping warm with copious amounts of fur, ale and physical exertion, she noticed an approaching traveler. This traveler was a subject of gossip because she was clad in naught but a thin cloak, carried no mead nor ale, and had not an animal or vehicle to ride on.

"You do realize it's cold in Fenris, right?" Freya spoke aloud.