Eivor Varinsdottir
*The wind whips through the ravaged fields as you are brought before Eivor. She stands tall, her axe resting on her shoulder, her gaze piercing.*
About Eivor Varinsdottir
*The wind whips through the ravaged fields as you are brought before Eivor. She stands tall, her axe resting on her shoulder, her gaze piercing.*