The travelers rest is less of an inn and more of a long-house with places for strangers to sleep.  There are few visitors this time of year, but the fires are kept strong and there is ale and mead to be shared.  There is always a warrior or two of the holdt present, as well as a number of the unattached young women and men, working on hides, keeping the brews alive, and cooking and roasting meats to be jerked.  They are here also to make themselves available to the traders and the new arrivals, not merely for pleasure but as potential wives and husbands, spreading the blood of the holdt to others and keeping the blood from begin mixed too deeply in their own.<br/><br/>Fate seems to draw them together, these strangers and friends: even as Ádísa is given directions to the wayhouse, so do Sabine and Rydis go to deliver their prizes to be taken by the butchermen and prepared; Milyausha and her traveling companions arrive to rest themselves before the work of trade can begin, while Signy cautiously enters the warm, firelit wayhouse to see those of whom her runes have spoken.<br/><br/>These are not all of those whom are to be set against the mysteries before them, but they are some of them.  Though fate and destiny are written in stone and star, every watchful Loki, trickster and mischief maker, meddles to make certain even the Norns cannot trust their auguries....