If there is one thing that Sif trusts in Faolan, it is his ability to...sniff out Loki, for lack of a better term. He seems to prefer the Trickster's company above all others.

Loki gets along so well with the children pulled here. Faolan, Gretel, and Sansa. They all seem to trust him, to some extent. Trust is such a dangerous thing to give out. Something that the young hold in such ready supply.

It is the gift of an ice flower -- how Loki first introduced himself to Sansa -- that Sif is thinking of when their path is block by a wall. One that has the mark of Sif's own blade etched in it. Vertically.

Sif has been leaving her markings horizontally.

"We are being played for fools, Sorceress."