If you go out in the Woods today...

[say_thee_nay]

[... you're in for a big surprise. Okay, maybe a small surprise. Or possibly no surprise at all, just casual disinterest. But if you go out in the Woods today, you may hear something, at least:]

Loki! Confound thee, brother, the game is thine! The sport in this hath fled, and so must we--Father expects us to return ere dark! LOKI!!!

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[ctrlaltdelita]

[... bliiiiiiiiiiiink]

Ser?

[say_thee_nay]

--!

Wh-who goes there?!

[ctrlaltdelita]

[... are you who I think you are.]

Well met.

[say_thee_nay]

I... I cannot say for well or ill are we met, sirrah, for I know thee not.

[ctrlaltdelita]

Ah, is that so? A shame, but 'tis no great matter.

I am Delita Heiral, a knight of Ivalice.

[say_thee_nay]

Ivalice...? There is no such Realm! And e'en were there so, no foreign warrior could appear so deep in Asgard unremarked! Thou... Thou'rt a spy, some tool of the Giant kingdoms!

[ctrlaltdelita]

[whups]

Know you this realm, then? You say this land is your 'Asgard'?

[say_thee_nay]

Yea, ver--...

[... slowly looking around, now.]

But... The forest. These woods were just the forest on the Palace grounds...

[ctrlaltdelita]

[waaaaaiting]

[say_thee_nay]

[... I suppose you're not just going to go away if I ignore you...?]

[say_thee_nay]

...

[Guess not.]

Very well, sir knight. What is this place, and how did I come here? Speak truly, and know that if thou hast some part in this deviltry, my father's wrath shall fall on thee like swift lightning.

[ctrlaltdelita]

[tries not to laugh]

I promise my words are sound, young ser.

You came to this land -- whose name I'll not repeat in polite company, yet should you wish to know there is a sign to your left -- as I came, under guise of wandering through my native land. There are many who find themselves here by way of such circumstances, and more still who find they cannot return from whence they came. We who are held here tarry from realms far beyond the reach of your own.

[say_thee_nay]

Thou... Thou'rt fair spoken for a spy or kidnapper, I grant thee that...

"Camp Foook You Die"? A strange name for a strange crossroads... But why should those here be unable to depart whence they came?

[ctrlaltdelita]

Simply put, we are trapped. There are many who've attempted to break the seal upon the barricade, I among them -- and have made no single hollow.

[say_thee_nay]

Heh... My father shall put an end to that. No mere barricade can withstand the blows of the mighty Mjolnir.

[ctrlaltdelita]

I'd fain see him try. You've time enough to pass, young ser.