3: [Audio] [BACKDATED TO THE 14TH OF OCTOBER]
I have a question.
[The audio feed clicks on with Astrid's voice, calm and even as always, and the sound of scraping in the background-- metal on metal. Astrid stole a knife sharpener from the kitchens. Poor Sergei's, forever missing kitchen implements. As she speaks, the scraping continues.]
What exactly do we know about the Golden Shore? [Scraaaaaape.] This place we're supposed to be heading to. I've been wondering-- [Scraaaape. Scrape, scrape.]-- if it's supposed to be Valhalla or Fólkvangr, or something like that. [Scraaaaape.] I was thinking maybe this ship is what ferries us to our afterlife. It's a thought, nothing too-- [Scraaape.]-- concrete or anything. Any ideas?
[There's a clunk of her setting something aside-- it sounds heavy. It couldn't be her axe, though, considering all weapons were confiscated.]
Jim, you are feeling better, right?
Hm. Seems sharp enough.
[There's a small click as the feed cuts out.]
[The audio feed clicks on with Astrid's voice, calm and even as always, and the sound of scraping in the background-- metal on metal. Astrid stole a knife sharpener from the kitchens. Poor Sergei's, forever missing kitchen implements. As she speaks, the scraping continues.]
What exactly do we know about the Golden Shore? [Scraaaaaape.] This place we're supposed to be heading to. I've been wondering-- [Scraaaape. Scrape, scrape.]-- if it's supposed to be Valhalla or Fólkvangr, or something like that. [Scraaaaape.] I was thinking maybe this ship is what ferries us to our afterlife. It's a thought, nothing too-- [Scraaape.]-- concrete or anything. Any ideas?
[There's a clunk of her setting something aside-- it sounds heavy. It couldn't be her axe, though, considering all weapons were confiscated.]
Jim, you are feeling better, right?
Hm. Seems sharp enough.
[There's a small click as the feed cuts out.]