Valkyries were known throughout the land for their love of three things: combat, lovers, and mead. Kaja, despite her heritage and upbringing, had found that out of the three, only combat appealed to her. Lovers amongst the rank of the valkyries were lacking - both due to the fact that those her age preferred the company of men and they were terrified of even approaching Skurja's child with untoward intentions - and Kaja found that her tolerance for alcoholic drinks was quite wanting. As such, when the man offered her a bottle to drink, she respectfully declined, not even quite sure if the bottle's contents was alcohol.
The old man had only confirmed her earlier suspicions. The Dream. She spat a curse under her breath. Of all the places she could have found herself in, it had to be the Dream. While not overly familiar with it, she was no stranger to the Dream. She would either meet her end or her ascension in its realm, and she wasn't quite sure which of the two was worse.
Before she could mull over it further, there were talks of cannibals and a pair of glasses were handed to her. She inspected the pair, not finding anything spectacular about them. In fact, they resembled the ones Din wore whenever he worked on a new project. Kaja had worn his before, just out of curiosity, and found her vision blurred. She doubted that the same wouldn't happen with the pair the man had given her as she was certain her eyes hadn't suffered much despite long periods of time spent in the darkness of Din's basement with only a nearby lantern providing light.
"Do you have a map-" She lifted her eyes from the glasses to ask her question and found that her companion had disappeared. "What?" She looked around the entirety of the small cave, but found nowhere the man could have gone except for back out the forest. Absentmindedly, Kaja placed the glasses on her face, letting it sit atop her nose, as she leaned back on the same spot the man had previously occupied. She eyed the fire and the area outside as she thought of her next steps.
She could wait the rain out in the cave, but by her very nature, Kaja needed to move. She could brave the rain and try to make her way to the town the man had mentioned, very likely finding trouble in the form of cannibalistic bandits or whatever unexpected threat the town possessed, but it seemed a better choice to her than simply waiting around the fire. Making up her mind, she fixed her sword upon her person once more, and walked out of the cave. She raised a hand to shield her eyes from the rain. Her first order of business was to find her pack, and then search for where the town would be.