Skaði's quarters at the bar are smaller than her quarters in Thrymheim, but she doesn't need much space or many amenities. The room is lit only by fire--a central fireplace, and braziers carrying the light to the corners of the room. She wasn't kidding about there being a bathtub near the fireplace; it is a large stone bowl, big enough for at least ( Read more... )

Returning to the halls of Fjalar, longtime friend of her family and the subject of her own oldest alliance, is always a bittersweet thing for Skaði. On the one hand, she genuinely likes the old giant, and he knows how to show his guests proper hospitality; but on the other hand, visiting him is a window back onto the darkest times in her family's ( Read more... )

On the other side of the door is a tunnel carved out of rock, about ten feet around, dimly lit here and there by flickering lamps. When the door to the bar closes behind them, its image fades and changes to that of a heavy iron door; the wind can be heard whistling past outside. The tunnel itself feels cool, but the air is fresh and clean ( Read more... )

( A homecoming, of sorts. )

( Hunting, in a manner of speaking. )

( A night at the pub. )