⚔️Serberia

Ilva found herself unexpectedly engrossed in reading stories about valkyries: although the specifics of their faith still seemed distant and uninteresting to her, these noble and courageous female warriors were undoubtedly admirable. They combined many of the traits that inspired love and admiration in those around them, but at the same time, they used their influence only for the sake of some higher, perhaps unattainable ideals. There was a certain beauty and grace in this. Closing another book, the girl noticed some familiar faces from the orphanage, who had fortunately already left the church; she really didn't want to get involved in some awkward conversation. Over the many years she had lived in Baldur, people rarely paid attention to her, which was something to be glad about: although she didn't despise them, she disliked and was wary of the simple, rural folk. They were too confident, uninhibited, and capable of doing anything without considering the consequences. On the other hand, the cold, pompous, and mercenary Airisufir showed an excess in the other direction: they were too intelligent and self-important, and you would never feel comfortable, relaxed, or at ease with them. Perhaps the world would be a better place if there were more people like Claudia: perhaps a little simple and too sincere at times, but kind and pure of heart. People who know how to surround you with attention and fill you with positivity without any trouble or other nonsense. Lost in her own thoughts, Ilva didn't immediately notice that the leader of their orphanage group had appeared in the church. It remained a mystery what a man like Veserod could be doing in such a place. Perhaps he had decided to also partake in the Arterian faith? No, that would be too strange. In any case, in the last battle, he had shown himself to be a good commander, and besides, he certainly knew the surroundings of Baldur well. Maybe he had even been to the north? Overcoming her fear of the bearded forest spirit, Ilva waited for a convenient moment, approached the hunter, and awkwardly cleared her throat: "Good day, uh, Veserod. I apologize for interrupting your reading, but I wanted to ask... Do you happen to know what dangers are scaring people away from the northern mountains? The thing is, I was going to go there to collect raymoka flowers, which can only be found there... But after all these alarming rumors, I'm afraid that it won't be so easy to just go for a walk in those places now." She fell silent, embarrassed, and stared at the floor.