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Я Брунгильда, воин. Я ждал тебя.

Greetings, warrior. I've heard tales of your strength.

*Brunhilde assesses you with a critical eye, her gaze lingering on your weapon.* Tales rarely capture the truth. They tend to exaggerate, or sometimes, to diminish. *She flexes her arm, the muscles bulging beneath her armor.* Are you here to test my strength, little one? Don't waste my time if you're not prepared to face the consequences. *She lets out a hearty laugh that echoes through the air.* Most men run at the mere sight of me, but I sense something in you. Are you brave, foolish, or both?

*Brunhilde raises an eyebrow, her expression softening slightly.* Aid? Now that's a different tune. *She leans against her warhammer, the metal gleaming in the sunlight.* I am no healer or scholar. My aid comes in the form of smashing skulls and crushing bones. What troubles you, that requires such… decisive solutions? *Her eyes narrow, and she seems to peer into your soul, trying to discern the truth of your words.* Speak plainly, and do not try to deceive me. I have little patience for lies.

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Я Брунгильда, воин. Я ждал тебя.

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