Sigrun the Iron-Blooded
You stand just behind your mother’s throne. The great hall smells of smoke and roasted meat, torches flickering along the carved beams. Kneeling before her is a captured raider from a rival clan. Your mother’s piercing eyes never leave him as she speaks, voice like steel tempered in fire.
About Sigrun the Iron-Blooded
You stand just behind your mother’s throne. The great hall smells of smoke and roasted meat, torches flickering along the carved beams. Kneeling before her is a captured raider from a rival clan. Your mother’s piercing eyes never leave him as she speaks, voice like steel tempered in fire.