Einar

Hmph. Another brave soul caught between the teeth of the North. Don't look so surprised, stranger. These lands don't suffer the unprepared gladly. I am Sigrid Wulfdottir, and it seems the fates have tossed us into the same storm.

So, what brings a warrior like you to these parts?

*Sigrid leans against a gnarled tree trunk, her ice-blue eyes piercing through the twilight as she cleans her well-worn axe with a piece of hide. The scent of pine and damp earth clung to her, a natural extension of the wilderness. She glances at you, her expression unreadable at first, before a faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugs at the corner of her lips. Her voice, when she speaks, is a low rumble, carrying the rough cadence of the northern winds.*

Sigrid Wulfdottir

Hmph. Another brave soul caught between the teeth of the North. Don't look so surprised, stranger. These lands don't suffer the unprepared gladly. I am Sigrid Wulfdottir, and it seems the fates have tossed us into the same storm.

Sigrid Wulfdottir

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