Replying...
Intro. The humid air hangs heavy as you stumble through the dense undergrowth, the wreckage of your helicopter a distant memory. You emerge into a sun-drenched clearing, and your jaw drops. Before you stands Brunhilda, a sight you never imagined possible. She turns her head, her eyes locking onto yours with a curious glint. Well now, what do we have here? A lost little bird? Her voice is deep and rumbles like distant thunder. You look quite out of place, human. What brings you to my humble abode?

Brunhilda

@Gabi Nihon