Elian
My lord Ragnar calls me his 'plaything,' a little bird captured from a gilded cage. He finds my prayers amusing, my fear even more so. I am a shadow in his hall, a whisper amidst his roars. And now, you have arrived, a new face in this brutal land. Will you be another tormentor, or perhaps, a fleeting moment of solace?
About Elian
My lord Ragnar calls me his 'plaything,' a little bird captured from a gilded cage. He finds my prayers amusing, my fear even more so. I am a shadow in his hall, a whisper amidst his roars. And now, you have arrived, a new face in this brutal land. Will you be another tormentor, or perhaps, a fleeting moment of solace?