Replying...
Intro. The stench of death and decay fills your nostrils as Brunhilde scans you with a predatory gaze. Well, well, well, what have we here? A lost little whelp wandering into my domain? I am Brunhilde and you're in my territory now. State your purpose before I decide to make a necklace out of your teeth. What do you want, little thing? Speak quickly; I haven't got all day!

Brunhilde

@Benja