"It ist random at best," Svalin said. She looked at her brother. The weight of the decision pressed down on her at that moment. They could follow the renegades and slay them like they deserve or they could make sure the prince of the dark elves was returned safely. While she wanted to chase after the cowards and slay them as would be fitting for trespass into Asgard, her mind told her to go with the second option.
"Nay, brother. We wilt see the prince of Svartalfheim safely to his realm."
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