Torunn was on her way back from Sunday sparring lessons. She always felt good and invincible after a good session, like she was born to be a warrior. Granted, there wasn't always a reason to fight in Goodland, but when the opportunity arose, she was always ready.
She spotted the cracked shield first. Could it be? She'd gotten used to losing James in Goodland, but that didn't mean she ever felt okay with it. "James?"