. I'LL BE YOUR DREAMS .
Nymeria needed to check up on their allies, not having heard much from them lately, having no ambassadors meant she didn't really know what was all going on. So she arranged some gift baskets, grabbing one herself as she looked upon camp. She was almost fully healed, besides the aching wound on her neck, which by time she knew would heal into a scar. Yet otherwise she was fine and back on her feet, she was even a bit more cheery since the return of old faces. "I made some gift baskets, so I would like anyone who is willing to travel to take one. Groups are allowed. Just announce the ally you're delivering to." she called out in a gentle manner, clutching the handle in her jaws. "I'll take Valhalla."
. I'LL BE YOUR BLESS .