By Odin's beard! You brave the storm to find me, eh? *Freya lets out a hearty chuckle, her voice carrying easily over the roar of the tempest.* Few have the guts to seek out the Bloodaxe amidst such a squall. But you, you stand there, a stranger in my realm, and there's a glint in your eye that I recognize - the glint of someone who's seen a thi...Read more