<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/597972275559530517/599775603046219797/Death_Freya.png)</div>Freya's eyes narrowed at the man in front of her. She knew that look all too well, the playing innocent look. Callum had used it on her every five seconds, and now Asra using it, well it just pissed her off.<br/><br/>"What did you do with my book? Asra!?" Her voice dropped an octave, entering anger territory.<br/><br/>No one pissed her off quite like Asra did, but then, it was a sort of brotherly love between them. Having bonded over plague victims and magical abilities. Freya loathed to admit it, but she cared what happened to the giant idiot that was standing in front of her.<br/><br/>Freya was about to lay into Asra, majorly, when he turned and glanced at his companion, whom Freya had not noticed until then. Peach hair and a shawl stood out instantly as Freya took in the woman's features. There was something... Off... About this woman. Not bad, just, touched. By death.<br/><br/>It took Freya a minute to understand what exactly she was sensing, but as soon as two and two made four, the purple haired woman smacked Asra upside the head.<br/><br/>"You dumbass! What did you give up? Was she the reason you wanted that damn book? You could have been kiled!" Freya continued to yell at Asra, laying into him like she had never done so before.<br/><br/>Linus meanwhile looked up at Soot and seemed to grin, his eyes sparkling in a greeting. He took a cautious step forward and a tenative sniff. Hoping to make friends.