Ingrid
Ingrid was pretty sure she'd read every single fucking book in The Halo at this point, so when she heard about a giant library on the other side of the newly-opened portal, she had to come see for herself. It was a matter of personal duty. Not to mention the fact that she was loving the weather, and Gods knew she was taking full advantage of it.
She'd rolled up the sleeves of her floor-length cloak to the elbow, and she wore the front open. Underneath, her pants were long and loose, and her top was more of a bra than anything else. So what? Ingrid knew she didn't look the part of your typical legend-seeker, but she would leave judgement to The Gods.
She descended the steps into the Loreseeker's guild with purpose, having heard about it from a few locals she spoke to on the way. She came to a halt in the room below and looked around.
"I'm looking for ancient works on The Old Gods," she announced, hoping somebody might appear to answer her.
She'd rolled up the sleeves of her floor-length cloak to the elbow, and she wore the front open. Underneath, her pants were long and loose, and her top was more of a bra than anything else. So what? Ingrid knew she didn't look the part of your typical legend-seeker, but she would leave judgement to The Gods.
She descended the steps into the Loreseeker's guild with purpose, having heard about it from a few locals she spoke to on the way. She came to a halt in the room below and looked around.
"I'm looking for ancient works on The Old Gods," she announced, hoping somebody might appear to answer her.
