After the party had returned back to the quiet town of Veloen, (Although not nearly as quiet since their gathering,) Sigrun spent quite some time pondering what to do. What was there to do? Her activities did not include much at all. Aside from plenty of thinking, sleep, and whatever her job required, she never really did much on her own accord aside from her spontaneous moments of randomness. Through great reluctance, the innkeeper allowed her entrance into his inn, seeing as it is very hard to turn down a paying customer. She plopped down on her bed, though she neglected taking off her armor and realized that it wasn't very wise to keep it on. She repeated the ritualistic process of prying her armor off her body, and tossed it in a corner along with her dirtied mantle. The woman once again hopped onto her bed and stared at the ceiling.<br/><br/>What was she getting herself into? Traveling with Zel seems to bring the possibility of unraveling some sort of spirit conspiracy. It was not a subject that mattered to her much at all, and such was not the reason of her continued will to follow. No, it was because of the golden haired woman, Larea. Something about her brings a sense of familiarity within Sigrun, possibly because she cannot speak. When Sigrun speaks, nothing makes sense. It may also be her kind demeanor, and that even though she keeps injuring herself she still manages to be happy afterwards. This lead her to pry upon the cause of her sudden attacks, the ones that just spontaneously happen out of nowhere and seem to cause a searing pain within Larea. It was much to dwell on, and she should probably just close her eyes and get some rest for the trek she will embark upon tomorrow.