After listening to the Story Teller's tales, you glance over to see a lax looking huntress, who was also listening in. She seemed much too old for stories. She notices you and smirks kindly, yawning and greeting herself rather informally. Ok?.... "Well met, hirða... You must ponder why a huntress like myself is away from the Roost," She read your mind. The wolf chuckled lightly, "I prefer the more relaxing atmosphere... plus Freya enjoys the audience~"