Kiran didn’t hear Fjorm as he departed. However, since his fighting style and agility depended greatly on the magic the Breidablik allowed him to access, he felt her sadness, though only faintly. Luckily, that was all it took. He’d known before when Fjorm was feeling sad about something he’d done, and it felt like he did right now.<br/><br/>And so it was that Kiran turned back to Askr Castle to see what was the matter. He took the back way around, however, wanting to surprise her a little, if he could. He climbed the first story when he got there, navigating the ceiling fixtures as if he were navigating a forest full of enemy troops.<br/><br/>When he finally found Fjorm again, he dropped down behind her with nary a sound, tapped her shoulder, and said, “Why have you summoned me here, Lady Fjorm? Is the War not over? Or have you still not gotten over your crush on me?” He chuckled and continued, “Ah, I jest, M’Lady. In truth, what do you ask of me? What noble deed have you in store for the so-called Legendary Hero?”