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Volga looked around and saw a sign on a door in knot-work reading her name in the old tongue. The door was heavy and wooded with thick metal bands riveted to it and a heavy iron knocker high and centered on it. The lock was a simple bulky mechanism with a heavy iron curved bar acting as a handle above the large gaping keyhole. The tall warrior walked toward it with her new companion in arm and Bøddel on her back. She walked at a deliberate pace as she passed three other comrades having uneasy introductions with one another before finally stopping in front of the door. At closer inspection more knot-work as well as many thick green leafy vines decorated the wooded door. Upon grabbing the bar to pull open the door a green aura shone from it and into her hand as she stepped inside. The room was far colder than the green fields outside of it and was adorned with many small reminders of home. From the wood framed bed with its heavy fur blankets to the wall of hooks holding a large red and black vertically striped banner with a white crow in the center of it as well as a round shield bearing the same symbol and colors on the next wall. A small cauldron with wood burning inside of it sat at the center of the room with a small skylight above it that seemed to lead to nowhere at all. Other than a tanning rack, a table, some benches, chairs, pottery, and cookware there was little else than a ladder leading into a small loft. Volga set Kira back onto her feet and looked about in awe "...It's as if I never left...but something's missing...Something's not right here...but what?".