Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190115181913/@comment-5583506-20190122051037

"Not... quite", Ylva said, wondering just how much information would be good to spill to this stranger. Was this really the right time? The sorrow over the loss of her father still weighed heavily on her.

"My community is always looking for safe trade routes with other Wastelands. It's this long-term ongoing project of theirs, hoping that maybe one day in the future we will have established a society functional enough so that we won't have to go to sleep with our lights still on."

She made a short pause as she looked out over the still waters, taking another row with the paddle. "The Niflheim isn't all that different from this place. It's pretty much stuck in a state of perpetual winter. And once you've secured all the snow-covered roads leading to the settlements south of the Wasteland, there is only one way you can go in order to chart new safe routes for trade and travel. So I volunteered to come here, though I would be lying if I said that I came here solemnly for the possibility of trade deals."