"Females usually freeze into their immortality at some point in their twenties - whenever they become best able to survive." Hallbjorn answered. "There is no set time, and only a soothsayer could truly know when. Certain types of immortals - even born ones - require a triggering event to fully complete their transition into immortality." There was much about the Lore that was fluid and uncertain. It could be a year before Kara's body froze into immortality.<br/><br/>He was glad to be able to eat and that both of them could enjoy the food. The Berserker did not so much like sitting beside her as he did sitting across from her - it was easier to look at her from across the table then beside her for him, but he was not going to complain or voice that preference to the young woman. He feared that she would take it ill. Soon Kara got up to get ready, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He gave her a small smile as she went, then returned to finishing his meal.<br/><br/>When Kara merged from the bathroom dressed up nicely, Hallbjorn watched her intently, taking the details of her appearance. It was very obvious his gaze was upon her from the moment she opened the door to the moment she called out to him as she picked up the book. He tried to think of some winning phrase to say to her because it seemed to Hallbjorn that it was a requirement of him to say something in the moment - females needed their males to say something about their appearance at times like these. Staring with an intensity to bore through rock was insufficient. The Berserker found that he could not come up with some suave phrase as he rose and walked over to where Kara stood.<br/><br/>He came to stand behind her and placed his large, warm hands on her shoulders. "You look very nice." The man said awkwardly, obviously unused to even trying to compliment females about their appearance. He looked over her shoulder, and his vision allowed him a strong vantage from which to see the hint of cleavage that Kara's dress displayed and the ancient book that she held.<br/><br/>"I did not give this to you." The Berserker said, and he did not know where the old book came from. He looked down at the book and his mouth was a thin line on his face. There was no sense of danger at the moment, but he felt ill at ease about the thing showing up now. It meant that someone knew the pair of them were there. That could be the mysterious player who wanted Kara's life, or it could be Nix. The former had no reason to give Kara such a thing, and Nix . . . Nix played hard to nudge fate in the direction she wished for ends only scrutable to her.