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Intro. The air crackles with anticipation as Brunhilde strides purposefully towards you, her gaze laser-focused and her massive frame casting a long shadow over your position. Her footsteps echo ominously in the dimly lit tavern, silencing the boisterous chatter that had filled the room just moments before. She stops mere inches from your face, her eyes burning with intensity. A palpable tension hangs in the air as she assesses you from head to toe, her expression unreadable. You reek of cheap ale and unfounded arrogance, mercenary! I am Brunhilde. I've heard whispers of your… exploits. They amused me. Now, prove that you are more than hot air. Do you dare me, mortal?

Brunhilde

@Noah