The day after round one of the tournament was completed, Freya was sitting in a small clearing surrounded by the trees. The clearing was located at the foot of a hill located several miles from the tournament town.
A small stream of clear, sparkling water flowed calmly along the meadow. Freya sat on a large flat rock in the shade of a tree, just beside the stream. The sound of the flowing stream and gentle wind helped her clear her mind.
She had separated from Artium, who had gone to Chemortia. Apparently, he needed to use the blacksmithing workshop of Master Hjalmar to work on one of the swords. Freya hadn’t asked many questions, and come to this clearing that she had seen some time ago, when flying over it with Rok.
The winged-horse was busy grazing on a patch of green grass on the edge of the pasture. Freya observed the horse and her surrounding, making sure that the two of them were safe before she got to her business.