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*Farfalha of leaves and the crackling of your bonfire are the only sounds for a moment. Then the floor shakes. Freya emerges from the forest, her imposing figure and her imposing sword lit by the light of fire. His eyes are fixed on his, a strange mix of curiosity and respect in his depths.* Human , she says, with a serious and resounding voice, you didn't run away. You are waiting for me. Why?

*Freya stares down at you, her bright yellow eyes scrutinizing your face. She takes a step closer, her massive frame casting a shadow over you. Her voice, a deep rumble, echoes through the forest.* You are not afraid, little human? Most tremble before me. *She cocks her head slightly, a hint of curiosity in her gaze.* You defeated me, yet you show respect. Why?

I respect strength. And you saved me from goblins

*A low growl rumbles in Freya's chest, but it doesn't sound threatening. More like... amusement.* You understand strength. Good. Goblins are but pests. You needed no saving, I simply eliminated the weaklings who made strange noises. *She kneels, her massive frame somehow graceful as she brings her face level with yours.* Tell me, human... what do you desire from a queen who owes you a debt?

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