The holdt, while massive to Ádísa, did little to instill a sense of security in the thinned survivor. Following the other animals she had found along her westward trek, the scraggy looking girl was given shelter amongst the mountain side village. Her welcome was distant: not the greeting of strangers, but that of those who were afraid to offend some not-so-distant malign presence. In truth, the feeling of being a pariah made the transition easier for Ádísa. While one could only have so many mental conversations with oneself, full blown discussions seemed entirely too surrealistic a concept for the wizened traveler.<br/><br/>A rugged, unkempt steed walked seemingly aimlessly beside her. Stacks of pelts and supplies were tied with careful knot work and perched evenly over the horse's back, yet the hide-clad traveler did not appear a trader. In truth, the goods were gathered along the way and such a collection gathered was entirely more than Ádísa could use in many weeks. There was but one reason to bring this much into Hrothgunsen's Holdt: to pay for an extended stay and for protection only metal weapons and armor could provide.<br/><br/>Her haunted eyes still reflected the fear that she felt and held close to her core since the 'incident'. It seemed remote, but the dreams would rush the memory back in unforgiving clarity. Casting her eyes the circumference of the holding, the fur covered traveler's gaze would pause upon the warriors, weapons and fortifications in place. As if hugging herself, Ádísa tried to feel reassured that such brawn and bravery would be enough to banish the ghost of her past and the dreams of her present.