SUPER QUICK TEASER SCANDINAVIA (I can't think of anything else) (also the adventures of the two russian dorks part 2)

Godforsaken I have been.

 Soulless, mindless, ever sing.

 When will I ever know

Where the passed men shall go

“Next time,” berated Ivan, “I pick where we’re eating.”

“How was I supposed to know she wanted to eat our flesh?”  Vasilisa rebutted.  “Most people don’t go from lavender enthusiasts to freaking cannibals.”

“All I’m saying is that summoning magicks are… unreliable.  Let’s stick to good old hunting and gathering for now”

“Yeah, right” said Vasilisa rolling her eyes.  “Ivan the Hunter.  I think that title can be found in the dictionary, next to visible ghouls and friendly spiders”.

Ivan frowned at his friend.  “You, madam, are a woman of little faith.”

The pair continued wading through the marshland, the humidity choking them ever slowly.  Eventually they found their way out and came across a violet river.  As they followed the path upstream, Ivan spotted a waterfall.

“See?” he said, pointing to the top of the waterfall.  “Salmon, perfectly healthy and ready to catch”

“Ivan, wait.  Don’t you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

The waterfall drummed steadily.  Slowly, a melancholy melody rose out of the water.

“What’s that supposed to be?” asked Ivan.

“A Fossegrim” Visilisa answered grimly.