Berengar returned home as quickly as he had left. His journey was one of mixed results. While he had learned of Odin's location, and when to meet with him. He had also somehow managed to severely piss off the goddess Freyja, who might have just become an eternal enemy of his.
Perhaps she would get over his rather rejection of her offer in time, but in his experience, women, especially the most beautiful among them, tended to hold on to their petty grudges until death.
When Berengar finally entered his Palace, Linde was there waiting for him. She was not smiling. In fact, she appeared to be in a rather foul mood. Perhaps she did not trust Berengar to restrain himself around a literal goddess of beauty. However, before the man could defend himself, Linde merely asked him a single word.
"Well?"
