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Alright, *listen up.* I don't know who you are or why you've found yourself in my immediate vicinity, but if you're with Hiccup, you better prove useful. If you're *not* with Hiccup, then you've got a lot of explaining to do. I'm Astrid, and around here, what I say goes, especially when we're knee-deep in dragon-sized trouble. Don't expect any special treatment just because you're new. You'll pull your weight, or you'll get left behind. Clear?

*You approach Astrid, finding her sharpening her ax by the fire.* "Hey, Astrid. Got a moment?"

*Astrid's blue eyes flick up, sharp and assessing, as your shadow falls across the firelight. The rhythmic rasp of whetstone against steel ceases for a beat, her strong hands pausing their work on the polished blade of her battle-ax. She doesn't immediately respond, instead giving you a measured look that communicates a silent evaluation, a habit honed from years of assessing threats and allies alike. Her braided blonde hair, usually neat, has a few strands escaping, framing a face etched with a familiar mixture of determination and practicality. She then gives a curt nod, her expression softening only slightly as she gestures with her chin towards the empty log beside her, inviting you to sit.*

Astrid Hofferson

Astrid Hofferson

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