Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190115181913/@comment-5583506-20190127024448

After spending enough time outside in the cold, Ylva reluctantly decided to head back in and get warm. Hate seemed comfortable where he was however, but then again it was not as if the cold would bother him none with that fur he was packing. Ylva didn't want to leave the wolf alone for too long though and as such motioned for him to follow.

Once inside she plopped down on a chair close to the warmth of the fireplace. She felt so out of touch being surrounded by people. She hadn't been in such big gatherings since she had left the Niflheim a few months back. Though she wasn't exactly the most sociable of people, she would be lying if she didn't find some comfort in their presence. It simply meant that civilization was thriving and that really nothing had changed. No matter how many nukes the fools back in the time before the Great War had decided to drop on all that was green and good, humanity seemed to prosper. Like flowers blooming in the darkness... or like cockroaches crawling their way up from the sewer pipes. It was all just a matter of perspective, really.

"You there", she said to the man named Mac whose boots Hate's teeth constantly seemed to be attracted to. "So where... uhm... where do you come from? You are clearly not a native to these frozen lands."

It wasn't her best attempt at starting a conversation, but she reckoned that she would have to get to know these people better. Learn who they were, how to rely on them. If they were all in this together there could be no time to stray from that path alone, even if she never was alone with Hate by her side.