Whenever Nanna felt seriously pensive Dvalinn would kick her out of the cave, she claimed her turbulent thoughts would bleed into the richness of the tapestries. It was why she was wandering on her own through the city looking for something to do. She felt inevitably drawn to ‘wanderers path’ a trail leading to the outside of the mountain.
It was commonly used by scout dwarfs whenever they left, which was as often as the merchants arrived from Naus. Her legs carried her swiftly her bare feet going over the paved sand as she followed the trail to the doorway.
In the past few months, she had never once stepped foot outside of Scartalfheim, not for a lack of trying. That first week she woke up with no memories of herself or her family she frantically did everything she could to esc
