Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20141228211708/@comment-5583506-20141230221324

A smile fell on Valkyrie's lips as she left the ship. She didn't think she had been this happy for years. Torsdolk was alive! She wasn't alone after all!

It was therefore hard for her to be gloomy this day, something she usually was. Lovis, her Tutor, had always referred to her as "the Sad Wolf". A not all too humorous epitaph since her late aunt Katri had also been referred to as such.

It was something that ran in the blood. Some of the women in the family tended to suffer from moments of severe melancholia and depression for no particular reason. Valkyrie was one of them.

She didn't know much about aunt Katri. The woman had died a decade before she had been born. Though she had heard that "the Sad Wolf" was a shy and often sickly young woman, rarely seen by anyone in the household. Very few knew about her private life and her condition.

Then one cold winter night, after several days of sadness, Katri Ghost-Wolf had just left the Vargine Hall in her nightgown and wandered out in a furious snow storm never to be seen or heard from again.

She remembered that her father always started to cry when Katri was mentioned, and the man never cried...

She shook her head. She didn't need to think about things like this now. The remaining masks awaited, as did the evidence that the ore in Clan Cave-Bears mines went straight into the pockets of Clan Gorehound.