He quirked a brow, his curiosity further piqued. In the year he had lived at Pax he had come to believe there were no coincidences. Coiled deep within him Jörmungandr agreed; Fate had brought them here, his very own Urðr, and her call was inescapable. They would all of them play their parts in time. But he kept these thoughts, muffled and muted as they were, to himself, having found long ago such strange ideas lent themselves only to awkwardness.