A universe of infinite possibilities opened up to Sigrun, the threads tethering alternate realities were finally visible to her. That, or it's just the material the bag was woven out of. The opening of the door drew her attention, but she refused to even look at it with any sign of acknowledgement... mostly because she can't see in the first place. Soon, a familiar voice called out to her. It was Zel, asking her the question of where the bag's holy contents were residing. With her focused mind, she could also tell Larea was there by the sound of her muteness. It was then she realized that something was wrong.<br/>"There appears to be something... off between you two," she said in a serious tone.<br/>The 2-feet of separation, the tension hanging in the air, the look on Zel's face-not that she could see it, of course, but his face was always made of ceramic. Now, Zel went into the direction of a hill. Though, why would Larea stand in such a spot for an extended period of time? Zel's absence wasn't very long, he couldn't have gone far. There was nothing too remarkable about such a place, except for maybe... a river? There was a river somewhere around there. Either Larea is secretly a mermaid, or she was rowing a boat across the river. Though, both those theories were immediately shot down. If she was a mermaid, she would wear less clothing, and if she riding a boat, where did she get one and where was she going? There can be only one other thing you can do with a body of water, aside from drinking from it. That was it! There could only be one such reason for the awkwardness between these two. She was so focused on finding the cause of this problem that she completely ignored Zel's question.<br/>"You headed in the direction of the hill when the sun was beginning to set," explained Sigrun in her usual monotone voice. "When you arrived, you saw something that you shouldn't have." She began to walk between the two, fanning her arms out til they reached either of them, her right arm reached Larea and the other reached a burly bar patron. "The distance between you two," she said, gently bringing her foot over the tip of Larea's, "The direction she is facing, which is away from you." Finally, she tapped her hands on what she thought was Larea's shoulder, and found her way up til she placed both her hands on the drunk man's cheeks, "The heat generated by the blood rushing to her face. Clearly, there could have been only one thing that happened at that river..."<br/>She turned around abruptly and pointed her finger at the man clearly drunk out of his mind, still keeping a very bored and uninterested voice, "You saw her, at that river, bathing."