<span style="font-style: italic">Rude!</span>Seemingly materializing out of thin air, she let herself become visible again as the man posed no apparent threat. Ragnar flapped to balance on her head, sitting like a curious, feathered headdress.<br/><br/>"You assume correctly," Ãsta said, tilting her head to one side and crossing her arms. She hadn't failed to notice the sad tone in his voice.<span style="font-style: italic">I wonder what we did now. Doesn't seem like too many people remember Crotyre with fondness.</span><br/><br/>"Wait!" she cried out as he jumped into the trees. "The red-head. Do you know who she is? Or where she's going? I have to talk to her," she continued as she went over to where he had disappeared, holding out her hands in a gesture of friendliness. Seeing as he was likely the last person who had talked to the young woman, then maybe he could help her finding her. Besides, he intrigued her. She smiled a little. "My name is Ãsta Sigvardsdatter. I would be grateful if you could help me."