A Longing Mother And An Old Acquaintance

Holding a hand mirror in hand with bark-like open eyelid for the glass, Helga peered in longly at her daughters sleeping on their beds. Snoring and chirping their legs were thrown over each other and their hands dangling by the edge of the bed, and their fluffy white dog would get up from time to time and wander around the bed, making sure the two were properly covered in their blankets.

'I need to give that dog a name…' Forgetting whether the beast even had a name, the barbarian set the mirror on the table. Resting her legs on the same table, she'd been waiting for the rest of the party after taking over a dainty house from a guard and his wife.

The two had been expectant, but that didn't stop the barbarian from ridding this world of their presence. Instead, moments after their murder she was reminded of her own children and decided to check on them through the magic mirror she'd bought from Kara–the wandering fortune teller.