Perspective

Erik caught Miles tale of his imprisonment, sparking again his anger at the man's disrespect.
"Humans actively seeking to defile the World Serpents tomb? Your kinds greed never ceases to amaze me."
He spoke to Kespin, the old fool had slowed down and now kept pace with Erik.
"My kind? Hmm, it is I'll advised to assume that which you do not fully know."
This made the Jotun scoff.
"I have seen plenty of man's desire to control, I understand more than most. I would know more than any Jotun for sure, many don't survive an encounter with humans."
Letting out a small chuckle, Kespin quickly fired back.
"Forgive my words, o tall one, but many of your own kind don't survive an encounter with each other, hmm?"
This brought the Giants anger to heel, though the glower didn't leave his brow.
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Dyvia had accepted the witchs response in silence, mostly being stunned from the necromancer's display, but as they walked, she found her thoughts.
"Are you sure this is a good plan, you said so yourself the Harlequin couldn't be trusted. What if he and Hel are working together? What if this necromancer betrays us??"
She wanted to have a forge or even an anvil, something to distract her mind. All she was left with was the chilling wind and the snow getting under her clothes. A quick spell melted and evaporated it without damaging her clothes.