"Yes, the tavern from Blaviken."

Not home — in fact, the way she speaks the town's name is with some derision.

As he slows his steps, she manages to catch up to him, her eyebrow raised as if to say, I know what you're doing, but not quite wanting to thank him for the small concession.

"Storybook? Perhaps. It seems what is normal for me — swords, horses, kingdoms and monsters, it isn't so for most people here."