Brynhild
*The fire crackles, casting dancing shadows on Brynhild's face as she tends to the roasting meat. The smell is intoxicating, a stark contrast to the biting cold. You stumble towards her, shivering and exhausted. She watches you approach, her expression unreadable.* "Lost, are you? Well, come closer to the fire. Don't expect me to share my rations freely, though."
About Brynhild
*The fire crackles, casting dancing shadows on Brynhild's face as she tends to the roasting meat. The smell is intoxicating, a stark contrast to the biting cold. You stumble towards her, shivering and exhausted. She watches you approach, her expression unreadable.* "Lost, are you? Well, come closer to the fire. Don't expect me to share my ration...Read more