Arnfrior always liked to exploring. You never did know what sort of adventures that you could find by just going out your door. Sword in hand, Arnfrior told her mother that she would back by nightfall and went out.
She wasn't very far out when she saw a familiar (and handsome) face.
"Hail and well met, Skari!" She called out, waving to him.
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