“A YOUNG GODDESS EIRIK Litr arrived in my room with a chest just when I stepped out of the bathroom. He tried to help me with my clothes, but I turned him down. “I’ll pack.” He disappeared inside my closet. He whistled as he folded and added clothes inside the chest. He was in a happy mood. In fact, the entire hall was in a festive mood. I was counting the days when we’d get back, so I could talk to Cora. “More formal and flying clothes,” Litr murmured. I glanced at the chest. It w...as already halfway full and he hadn’t put in boots and shoes yet. “We’ll be back in a week, Litr. No need to take the entire content of my closet.” “And Gunnlögi?” Raine had warned me against bonding with it, but she didn’t understand. My weapon was not like her dagger. Hers belonged to the Norns while my mace was specifically created for me. Its magic didn’t hurt me.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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