Rescuing the bride to be
Svalin was always a bit disorientated after one of Asleif's teleportation spells. She shook off the nauseous feeling and looked around. This was the realm of the Celtic gods, but more importantly the lair of Manawydan. Somewhere inside one of the buildings up ahead, her sister was being held prisoner.
Svalin hoped they had arrived before the wedding.
She drew her sword and readied her shield.
"For Asgard!" she yelled and held her sword aloft. Talking was not an option at this point.
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