*The trio after gaining some more entertaining forms now sit upon a hill overlooking the village. Heimdall just finished a spell, a glowing ball sat in the palm of his hands.*
Heimdall: Similar to my mortal enemies, this will create havoc and more unrest in that feeble town.
*with a light toss the ball goes flying into the air. It covers the distance between the hill and the town quickly propelled by a super natural force.
It flies over a residential part of the town while still in the air it burst. Spreading fire over the nearby buildings*
Heimdall: Now that they have more fun to deal with. Anymore ideas?
*Svafa stands at the new entrance to the mines, looking down she can see Guy, Misea, and Elella (don't know where Hal is)*
Svafa: Hurry up, those mines may cave in any second and we need to begin the hunt.
*Svafa reaches up to touch her wound. The bleeding had stopped and dried blood covered around half of her face.*
"Dulce bellum inexpertis."
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As Odin says in the Hovamal:
"Praise no day 'til evening; no wife 'til on her pyre; no sword 'til tested;
no maid 'til bedded; no ice 'til crossed;
no ale 'til drunk."