[She's standing outside the Welcome Hall to Freyr and it looks like she's shaking a little. Her arms are wrapped around herself but she doesn't look as bad as the last time she came back.]

Easier to find your feet the second time 'round. The world's still too harsh but it doesn't burn.

[ The video feed turns on to reveal a truly miserable-looking man. His frown is deep, his deep blue eyes are narrowed, and he appears somewhat contemplative, as his teeth move from side to side.

With nothing else to do at present, he has taken the time to attempt to understand the bracelet's workings, and has again read the "welcome" letter (as well as that idiotic guide). Truth be told, he had not done so little in years

And he mislikes it. ]

Duty.

[ His frown only deepens as he speaks. ]

These "Gods" speak of our duties, yet they have pulled us from our rightful places to fight in their war. They claim, though I have yet to see any proof that the fate of our own realms hang in the balance of this foreign war.

Tell me, how are we to trust these so-called "Gods" when they have taken us away from our duties? Are there no others that question their words?

[ Gods and gods, and the fate of the world resting on the shoulders of so few. In some ways, it was not so different from home.

But, at least in Westeros, he had proof. Here, all he had was words, and as all men knew, words were nothing more than wind. ]

Be that as it may, while I remain here I would rather not sit idle.

[ It gives him far too much time to think. About his duties, about the traitors that walk so openly in this city, and about Renly.

When he opens his mouth again, he feels half the fool. ]

I have some degree of skill in swordsmanship, sailing, and strategy.

[ ...He is not made for small talk. ]

I would have a response as to how I can make myself useful.

[ And with another frown, he disconnects, hardly believing how much like a child he felt. ]

[Nepeta stands behind a brightly decorated stall in one of the main areas of Freyr, looking bright and chipper and even more excited than usual.

"Black and Blue" is the name announced across the front of the stall, with lots of not-completely-professionally drawn pictures of the services offered at Equius’ and her shop.

She has a smile on her face as she cheerfully accosts passers-by, offering them a tray of cupcakes, and she seems to have enlisted Aurthour to do the same, while Pounce carries an open bag of sweets in her mouth to draw people in.

Nepeta and Pounce both have a cute black and blue ribbon tied above one ear, and Aurthour seems to have acquired the same as a bowtie. Oh! And it looks like a certain glowering moirail of Nepeta’s has been talked into wearing the same as he presides behind the stall.]

Come visit us at Black and Blue! The best service station in Asgard!

[The only one, actually, but shh. She’s having too much fun with this.]