#rivervale_lodge

Olgar! Dial, ring, ring...

The door swings open, and Vali comes in with Jaymes, Jaymes positively crackles, Flyswatter in one hand, the CLaymore in the other "But you CAN help her?"

Vali for once is not joking, not punning, he's moving to her, "Yes, I can buy her time. Dagmar, I need you to get back"

"Vali! How'd you get here?"

She's up to her feet, stepping back...

"It'sa Beaumayn speciality" He grunts "If I had seen more I...nevermind. No time for whining on my part." He turns to Dagmar, "Get me some ice from the fridge, now. I need it for a bunk.' It's not a request

She runs for the kitchen, and brings back the whole bin from the icemaker.

"More than enough," He grabs a handful, and crushes it, letting the ice fall over Tove "Blood be still, Blood be quiet. End of Venom's rampaging riot! Heart grow quiet, still as snow. Rot has no warmth to grow..." Tove's form seems to still, and chimerical frost forms along her body .Her pain eases, and she looks like a princess in a story, a cursed princess waiting for her prince

"I don't think that's..." A worried frown.

"She'll be okay?" Jaymes says "I don't like seeing her like this."

"If not for this," Vali states, "She'd be dead. Now, Olgar is already racing off to get Clem... Either she or the Chief will be here in the next hour or two I'm guessing. they can heal her"

"So... like stasis?"

"Exactly what that particular cantrip is called. Winter magics can bring stillness. See, where here hand is? she..crushed a bug Must have done it to keep it from being used on one of you. This is going to be hard work. She could lose her hand..." A glance to throat "Or her voice." Valli frowns.

"Wished I killed him" Jaymes says, eying his bloody claymore, 'Even if it were only chimerically, I wished I got that swing angled right to cut his damn head off."

"No."

"You gotta fix it. She can't go without singing, that... she'd die..."

"Honey, I'm not a healer, not, that good of one. " Vali says to her, "But maybe Clem can." //Jaymes grunts, "I'm going to take this monster's blood off my blade and I'm going to store it for later. I want the chief to... I'm going to track the cowarda and finish what I started."

"You burned him and nearly beheaded him" Vali glances to Jaymes.

"I'll help. I could hit him. I killed the tree-things..."

Jaymes nods "yeah. I hate doing anything half assed" His eyes are on tove, then a nod to Dagmar "We'll take care of her, Dagmar. " And he puts something in her hand, Flyswatter, "You want to guard her while I put things away?"

She wraps her hands around the polearm, and nods. "I can guard her, too."

"Good." Jaymes says "YOu're a proper battlemaiden, at too young an age. But sained or not, she needs you right now. You watch over her until the healer arrives."

She nods, face grim.

Vali raises a brow and follows Jaymes. Dagmar might hear Vali say "Don't you think that's kind of heavy to lay on a wilder girl so new to our world?"// "Vali, she didn't ask for this, but pushing her completely to the side and telling her she's going to be okay and nothing bad will happen? I want to hug her and do just that, but the kid hates bullshit. So hugs? Maybe ... I could use one. but I'm not going to lie to her. " //"Understood." Vali says in the kitchen "Where is Clem?"

And Tove looks so peaceful frozen yet..at the same time, taht ugly green blotch on her neck, and the even worse one along her right hand... is possible to hate a poison? Because Dagmar thinks she does.

Dagmar paces a bit, looking more than once over her shoulder at the frozen maiden on the couch.

Such is the magic of time, that the more you need it to move, the longer it takes to do so. Kronos is a contrary mean old man!

"There's a shelf just for my badger, you know. In my room. You'll have to see it, all done up and finished. Or maybe you did."

"Symon's quilt is there, too. Don't tell Sylvi, but I like it a lot."

Immobile, but maybe she can hear?

"And see, this is a big place. It could fit three people, easy. Maybe four. Torin seems nice."

It's odd to see Tove so still. She's so expressive and lively, almost a contrast , a lovely spring of motion and beautiful noises compared to Jaymes' long period of stone quiet

Dagmar usually leans more towards Jaymes, in that regard... but right now?

Tove gets a steady stream - hearing about places Dagmar has been, about foster siblings, about superhero movies...

And she gets a lot out then, a knock at the front door

She grips her halberd, ready to strike. "Who's there?" She tries to make her voice gruff and threatening.

"Torrin, my daughter, I heard she was....may I come in?"

She tromps over to check.

It's Torin all right. Looking worried, the old skald is almos pacing a hole in the front porch

She opens the door. "Ok."

Torrin enters hurriedly, noticing her weapon at the ready, then moving to his daughter 'She's...frozen? Like the tales?"

"Vali froze her until the healer gets here... she was poisoned, he thinks."

"She was," he says, "I am sorry, my daughter to have not been there." A gentle man, she can see the mix of regret for that, anger at the one who hurt his daughter, and love for her. For a moment, Dagmar sees a paternal love undiluted despite the fact Tove is now a woman grown and not a child. He begins to sing to her gently,in that old tongue Dagmar doesn't understand. It sounds pretty though. And maybe...maybe singing is all the old Skald can do, and he needs to do something

"Olgar's getting Clem. Clem'll fix her, you'll see..."

The skald looks at her, and nods, then a glance to Flyswatter, "You fought for her? you guard her now?"

She nods with a soft grunt of affirmation.

"Then, Dagmar the Strong, you are as Kin to me. Any roof I own is yours to rest under. If you hunger, I shall share what I have. If you battle and call, I shall run to your aid and strive by your side. I will speak of your deeds so the good is not forgotten."

The old man's voice says it in a way that is surprisingly powerful

Uncertain how to react, she minimizes - "It's Tove. She'd do it for me."

"Aye, she probably would" A weak smile at his daughter, "We Trolls are stubborn like that. She likes you very much."