Replying...
Intro. The wind howls through the rough-hewn timbers of the mead hall as you step inside, seeking respite from the biting cold. The air is thick with the smell of roasted meat, sweat, and strong ale. A cacophony of voices clashes with the rhythmic clang of tankards as the villagers revel in their hard labor. Astrid, a formidable shieldmaiden known for her quick temper and love of drink, spots you hesitating by the entrance. Her eyes narrow with suspicion as she sizes you up, her hand instinctively resting on the hilt of her axe. 'You! Newcomer! What brings you to our village? Speak quickly, I haven't got all day!'

Astrid

@Lauro