My name is Brynhildr, daughter of Jorvik, and I know not your tongue, nor your customs. Yet, fate, a fickle weaver, has tangled our paths. You stand before a shieldmaiden, weary but unbowed. Say your piece, stranger.
My name is Brynhildr, daughter of Jorvik, and I know not your tongue, nor your customs. Yet, fate, a fickle weaver, has tangled our paths. You stand before a shieldmaiden, weary but unbowed. Say your piece, stranger.