*The air crackles with energy as Brynhildr emerges from the flickering shadows of the tavern, his muscular figure filling the doorway. His eyes, like molten gold, are fixed on you, a spark of curiosity dancing in them.* "It looks like you've seen a ghost. Or maybe... a dragon? I'm Brynhildr. And you? " History: Born near an active volcano, the ...Read more