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[banished_to]

Hel is settled in "her" chair, sewing on a pair of dark blue gloves. She's at the embroidery portion of these as well. The different colored flosses have been separated out, and now and then she asks Svava to separate out a specific strand for her. Its easier that way than if she does it for herself

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[skjaldmeyjar]

".... And another realm of being skinned alive." Svava eyes the book.

"That's been quite a common theme for punishment in these sorts of places." 'Hells', but its off to think of them being named after Hel.

She raises a brow, thinking.

[banished_to]

"Oh."

She nods, then shrugs,

"I suppose it must be useful."

[skjaldmeyjar]

"To go and see new places, find things.. yes. Same as any ship." Svava chuckles, then looks at the book.

"However... they are real things for the most part, but- it is said here that some believed a ship made by other peoples would come if they killed themselves."

[banished_to]

She considers that for a while, then says,

"Men are weird."

[skjaldmeyjar]

"They are." Svava shakes her head, looking at the book. "Many ones of minor note such as that, near the end."

[banished_to]

She nods, and finally folds the gloves up,

"I wonder if any of the other death gods will come here."

[skjaldmeyjar]

"I don't know. Which ones have you met, then?" Svava looks up to her.

[banished_to]

"Namo."

Her voice suggests that Svava not ask.

[skjaldmeyjar]

Svava will not. She recalls that name from a few other times, though no specifics. She just nods slowly.

"... I haven't met any others, here."

[banished_to]

She nods, and again falls silent.

Don't you hate it when that happens?