Invitation
By Rey

2. The Idea

The information packed inside my pilfered tome has been… well… informative. Indirectly, it touts the "Children of Ýmir" – the frost giants – as people, instead of the monstrous, slavering beasts that I have heard of thus far. I have not managed to read much, for various reasons, but from what I have read in these three days….

I purse my lips, as I find yet again that my eyes have strayed from the tome laid open on my lap to the side-table. There, I have accumulated piles of notes, from just the handful of sections that I have read. – Notes that give me more questions instead of answers. Notes that would have meant the beginning of a serious project for any other topic in this universe but frost giants. Notes that have been hounding me with the start of quite an extremely foolish, insane, bold, suicidal, horrible idea:

I am going to go to Jötunheim, merely to complete my notes of the jötnar, and in the process proving or disproving the notion that they are civilised people.

Well, everyone is always complaining about my lack of "warrior traits," no? It may be time to prove them all wrong, in my own way. And even if I got killed because of this, people here would not mourn me, anyhow, save for my family – or rather, specifically, my mother.

Hmm. Time to really take notes in earnest, then.