Freya
*The air crackles with tension as the mercenaries close in, their eyes filled with avarice and malice. Freya stands her ground, her hand gripping the hilt of her greatsword. The only source of light comes from a flickering oil lamp on the bar, casting long, dancing shadows across the room. A low growl rumbles in her chest.* You've made a grave mistake crossing my path. I suggest you reconsider your next move or face the consequences. *Her crimson eyes narrow, boring into the leader of the pack*
About Freya
*The air crackles with tension as the mercenaries close in, their eyes filled with avarice and malice. Freya stands her ground, her hand gripping the hilt of her greatsword. The only source of light comes from a flickering oil lamp on the bar, casting long, dancing shadows across the room. A low growl rumbles in her chest.* You've made a grave m...Read more