It is, as such things are, no doubt loud and hot, but Ylva wanders in with her hands clasped behind her back, eyes wide and wary. She's not sure who's in charge (this is information she has not really managed to obtain), so she lingers just in the door, biting her lip nervously.
She has half a mind to flee, but she also would really like a sword again.
Cult of the Nails
It is, as such things are, no doubt loud and hot, but Ylva wanders in with her hands clasped behind her back, eyes wide and wary. She's not sure who's in charge (this is information she has not really managed to obtain), so she lingers just in the door, biting her lip nervously.
She has half a mind to flee, but she also would really like a sword again.