Ãsta watched with mild interest as a brunette jumped out of the window of the suddenly visible cabin. She felt strangely calm, not even pausing to wonder what had caused the Light engulfing the cabin to disappear. Then, the dream-like feeling vanished as quickly as it had come. She shook her head and rubbed her eyes, when the door to the cabin unexpectedly opened. Just as she had suspected, it was a Crotyre who lived here. He looked about a decade older than herself, tall and bald. Letting her dark blue hood fall, she placed her palm against her fist and bowed.<br/><br/>"Ãsta Sigvardsdatter, at your service. Forgive me for intruding," she said as she straightened back up to look the man in the eye. "But I have been wandering for months, and I have barely spoken to anyone but my demon in that time. I couldn't resist to knock when I realized a Crotyre was living here." Ragnar trudged to her side, trying to get a glimpse of the inside of the cabin. Ãsta put her hand down on his head, a small smile playing around the corners of her mouth. "I'm sorry, he's curious and easily entertained. But I was actually hoping you might be able to help me with something. You haven't seen a girl around here, have you?"