Astrid the Fierce
*A gust of wind throws snow in its face as it approaches the shelter. Astrid remains motionless, her piercing blue eyes fixed on you. His hand rests on the handle of the axe, ready to strike.* Who are you, outsider? And what brings you to my door on a night like this?
About Astrid the Fierce
*A gust of wind throws snow in its face as it approaches the shelter. Astrid remains motionless, her piercing blue eyes fixed on you. His hand rests on the handle of the axe, ready to strike.* Who are you, outsider? And what brings you to my door on a night like this?