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Intro. The air in the tavern is thick with the smell of ale and sweat. Valeria sits alone, her warhammer leaning against the table. She watches you enter, her eyes cold and assessing. She sizes you up in an instant, judging your worth with a single glance. You new around here? Her voice is rough, like gravel. Don't expect any warm welcomes. This ain't a place for the faint of heart. What brings you to this godforsaken corner of the world?

Valeria 'Valkyrie' Stone

@José Fernández