Katla ate breakfast in silence. Partly because she was tired from many hours of walking yesterday, but mostly because she was dumbstruck by the tastiest breakfast she had ever had. The dwarf had fried slices of pork on a skillet and served it with a display of baked roots in a surprising number of colors. Especially the dark red-purple beets were eagerly sharing their color with everything around them. She ate every scrap on her plate before handing it back to Eitri, who had just finished cleaning their skillet. Where the dwarf had carried a skillet of that size and apparent weight, Katla didn't dare guess. But she was grateful that they had decided to join her and the others. Not just for the delicious breakfast, but also because of the invaluable help getting past the dwarven outpost at the foot of the mountain.
As Katla was packing up her sleeping bag and blankets, she felt the soreness of her legs. She must have been showing it too, because Solvi suggested she should hop on the wagon for the first part of the day's trek. Katla took the suggestion eagerly, but before noon she was on her feet along Solvi, Jorunn, and Eitri.
The following days passed in a blur.