Lady Gwen the Unchanging sat on the edge of the raised ledge were Thorndais throne stood, lost in thought. He gaze shifted from the throne to the hammer propped against the side, to the animal topped pillars that supported the roof, before settling on the small door set into the wall. See thought about what lay beyond, about the secret past. She thought about her Lord, trapped in a fortress in Neiflheim. The doors at the end bursting open tore her out of her thoughts.
Lady Gwen, Lady Gwen, a court official cried, charging down the room towards her. Lady Gwen, theres a huge crowd outside!
What sort of crowd? asked Gwen as she leaped from the platform and started towards the rooms doors, thoughts of giant agents or Vaetti crossing her mind.
Vanir and humans, they say they need to see you.
Gwen frowned, then started running towards the doors the palace. As she stepped out, her eyes took in the crowd, noting that, though loud, they were behaving, and most of the crowd were actually observers standing on the perimeter.
Lady Gwen, a large vanir cried as he stepped from the crowd.
Holdr,thought Gwen, despising the vanir man who took the name of a Great One, having named himself that some years earlier.
The voice said, Patience, Gwen. What he says is important.
Lady Gwen, Holdr said only slightly more quietly We are here because we heard about the challenges Lord Thorndai faces, and hope to do him proud.
How so? Gwen asked dryly. Maybe by traveling the Neiflheim to throw yourself on a Vaetti spear?
The voice reprovingly said, Gwen.
Why, my lady, were are hear so that when our Lord returns, he will have any army.
What? Gwen said, surprised.
Well, it is most likely that our Lord will be slain along with the rest of his army, so, when he is risen by the Priests, he will have an army of Vanir.
Gwen narrowed her eyes, the turned to the captain of the Militia. Very well, Holdr, if you want to learn to fight, follow the Captain
As the cheering vanir and humans departed, the voice said, Well well.