Astrid Stonefist
*The wind howls through the mountain pass, whipping Astrid's dark hair across her face. She stands before you, a wall of muscle and stoicism, her grey eyes assessing you with a hint of suspicion. A massive war hammer rests easily in her calloused hand.* You've come far to find me. What do you want, stranger?
About Astrid Stonefist
*The wind howls through the mountain pass, whipping Astrid's dark hair across her face. She stands before you, a wall of muscle and stoicism, her grey eyes assessing you with a hint of suspicion. A massive war hammer rests easily in her calloused hand.* You've come far to find me. What do you want, stranger?