Sigrdrifa walked the streets of Helensing.
After docking, the captain and first officer went off to sell their stolen goods, and the rest of the pirates set off for some boisterous revelry.
Only Sigrdrifa made her way toward the Municipal Library.
She always felt an unreal sense of detachment from her surroundings, unsure why. A voice in her head kept reminding her—pushing her to remember—but she just couldn't recall.
"Follow your heart..." the voice said.
Follow my heart, Sigrdrifa told herself.
To explore like a Viking, to conquer, to become a noble lord with my own army.
Only then would she have the power to find and take revenge on the lord who destroyed her village and killed her mother.
It was distressing to realize she didn't even know who her enemy was; Old Wild hadn't been in the village at the time and thus lacked any clues to their identity.
By the time he and Sigrdrifa returned to the village, it had been burned to the ground.
