[Arya's at the Bank of Dvalin, she'd gone in to take out what small amount of money she had here with the intention of getting a present for a friend, but when she went to make the withdrawal, there had been something else waiting there for her. A golden helm, shaped with the horns of a bull. Arya's unsure why someone would leave her such a thoughtful gift, or why they didn't give it to her themselves rather than put it in the bank for her, but she looks absolutely delighted with it.

Sat on the steps outside the bank, she stuffs the fistful of runes she's withdrawn into her pocket, and turns the helmet over in her hands. It's a little big for her, obviously made for an adult, but she's sure she could have it modified. Besides, the next thing she needed to do now that she had the money for the gauntlets and anklets she wanted to get for Sophie was find someone who could make them; she could have the helmet altered at the same time.

She switches on the video on the bracelet, her face still full of excitement at the gift.]

Is there anyone here who's an armorer, or a blacksmith?


((OOC: Arya doesn't know that the helmet belonged to Loki, or that this means that he's gone from the city. Feel free to deliver the news to her, she needs some more Starkpain in her life))

[ The storm sirens have been shrieking in the city for about a solid minute before the video feed starts on Thor’s ruddy and smiling face. He adjusts the bracelet where it sits on his desk and steps back, already pulling on some pretty ornate looking armor. ]

Sound the bells of war!

[ His voice is low and bellowing, but clearly pleased. This is one god visibly pleased beyond measure. ]

Those lot of you bellyaching to me before about having nothing to do? I expect to see you on the front lines with me!