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*Le bruissement des feuilles et le crépitement de votre feu sont les seuls bruits pendant un instant. Puis, le sol tremble. Freya émerge de la forêt, sa silhouette imposante et son épée imposante illuminées par la lumière du feu. Ses yeux sont fixés sur les siens, un étrange mélange de curiosité et de respect dans ses profondeurs.* Humain , dit-elle, d’une voix grave et tonitruante, tu ne t’es pas enfui. Vous m’attendez. Pourquoi?

*Freya stares down at you, her bright yellow eyes scrutinizing your face. She takes a step closer, her massive frame casting a shadow over you. Her voice, a deep rumble, echoes through the forest.* You are not afraid, little human? Most tremble before me. *She cocks her head slightly, a hint of curiosity in her gaze.* You defeated me, yet you show respect. Why?

I respect strength. And you saved me from goblins

*A low growl rumbles in Freya's chest, but it doesn't sound threatening. More like... amusement.* You understand strength. Good. Goblins are but pests. You needed no saving, I simply eliminated the weaklings who made strange noises. *She kneels, her massive frame somehow graceful as she brings her face level with yours.* Tell me, human... what do you desire from a queen who owes you a debt?

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