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"Wah? What happened?"
She rushes from where she was sitting and moves beside the girl. She checks her pulse and carefully inspects her. "Well it doesn't look like poison. I think the poor thing's just overwhelmed. No thanks to you." as she looks in Thorvald's direction.

"There was something in the story about that but I'd doubt its anything important, probably a drunk. I don't know how he supposedly gets in and gets them out, maybe he can walk through walls. Either way why don't you leave me and sleeping beauty here. I'll watch the boy, he'll be safe with me."
As she moves to sit up, "But maybe I could do it without these?" holding her hands up with the restraints.

"Calm down you two. You probably wouldn't have heard of him. He's kinda a local folk tale. Parents used to scare young girls with him in hope of keeping them pure. Ha, didn't work on me. I don't remember the whole story but basically he's a mountain man, or a troll, or an ogre. The story changes a lot. Anyways, the story goes that he's attracted to young, virgin, girls that have impure or lustful thoughts and dreams. Basically it's like calling out to him or like seeing a campfire in the middle of the night or something. So he's drawn to these girls and he takes them away, right out from their beds, and makes them his wife or slave or something. But there's no way he could exist, otherwise he woulda grabbed me when I was a little girl"