Lennart looked from left to right at the other members of his team before rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “I have!”

He shouldn't sound so happy about it, he knew. The Finn hoped he would never have to experience such terror as being alone against the prospect of an unstoppable foe, but alas, even after the first time it had happened again. Scouting was a dangerous job, rife with danger especially with the inevitable need to go it alone at points. It was lucky that this expedition didn't require him in that capacity; with them, he would be a tool for the spirits and nothing else.

A sudden chill ran up his spine involuntarily and he rubbed his hands together, trying to spark a bit of warmth through the gloves he kept on, even indoors. “Beasts, many times. Trolls only once, from far away...”