"The newcomers?" Helga raised a brow with curiosity, stopping midway to the kitchen to retrieve a knife to slice the cake. The newcomers, the odd rich folk that bought the holiday resort... The smiling boy from the shop. He came off as somewhat odd, yes, that much was true, but that was perhaps simply the level of confidence he displayed, something she wasn't used to. That he was too... Open and too amicable. "I met one of them this morning in the shop. He looked very young, and had a city accent... I think they might be from Oslo or somewhere around." she admitted, pondering, as the haunting echoes of the bells rang through her memory even then.<br/>"I can't say that he'd be very odd. He was just a young boy, I wouldn't say he was more than twenty, but he was very eager to talk to me. Almost too eager, but perhaps I'm simply too drawn-back." she admitted, in a soft voice.<br/><br/>Yet, the news he gave her did not please her. She had heard a lot about Ignis-II while she was living in the city... And was glad that she never visited. "<span style="font-style: italic">That</span>city? That... I'm glad we're on the other side of the world." shaking her head, she released a heavy sigh. "I hope it gets resolved quickly, for the good of the people that live there, and everyone else. What were the news?"<br/>She did not own a TV, and did not keep up with the news of countries outside Norway too frequently. Yet, when he brought the subject up, she could not help but indeed be curious.<br/><br/>The knife dove into the soft cake, slicing out a beautiful triangle. It went in so easily it was...<br/>...Scary.