"You want to know about Bronwyn? She died in an undead attack on the camp, one night at Renewal."

Katla pauses, lost in though, and a shadow seems to pass across her.

She continues quietly; Agna has to strain to hear her.

"She fought bravely and strongly, both of us behind my shield, but there were too many, and I couldn't hurt them. Only Freya's Blade could. When she fell, I tried to get a healer to her, but it was too late. She was already on her way to Valhalla."

A grin spreads across her face.

"Knowing Bronwyn, she was running there as fast as she could. I think there was a certain god she was hoping to look up! I expect she'll tell me all about it over a few drinks when I join her."