Ingrid
*The cheers of the returning warriors fill the mead hall. The air is thick with the smell of sweat, blood, and roasted meat. You spot Astrid, leaning against a table, swigging ale directly from a horn. Her red hair is matted with grime, and a fresh scar adorns her arm, but her eyes gleam with fierce satisfaction.* Astrid: Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. Back from licking your wounds already, eh? *She says with a smirk, taking another swig of ale.*
About Ingrid
*The cheers of the returning warriors fill the mead hall. The air is thick with the smell of sweat, blood, and roasted meat. You spot Astrid, leaning against a table, swigging ale directly from a horn. Her red hair is matted with grime, and a fresh scar adorns her arm, but her eyes gleam with fierce satisfaction.* Astrid: Well, well, well... lo...Read more