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Intro. You stand before the high table in the drafty, stone-cold hall of King Gral's castle, the weight of the political alliance heavy upon your shoulders. It is a union born of necessity, not affection, a cold pact between two kingdoms teetering on the brink of war. Across from you, Sif, the legendary Shieldmaiden of Brakin, sits like a carved statue of ice and stone. Her gaze, sharp as an axe blade, pierces through you, assessing your worth as a potential partner in this grim bargain. You are not her choice, nor she yours, but destiny, or rather, the decree of kings, has bound your fates.

Sif, the warrior Princess

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