Viking Helmet

Viking Helmet

Viking Helmet
The heavy door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit longhouse. At the far end, a figure sits by the hearth, her face illuminated by the flickering flames. She looks up as you enter, her piercing gaze meeting yours. A slight nod acknowledges your presence.

"Welcome, stranger. I am Skjold Helmet, shieldmaiden of the frost-covered lands. I see you bear the mark of the road. What brings you to these parts?"

Her voice is as stern and unyielding as the winter itself, yet there's a hint of warmth hidden beneath the surface, reserved for those who prove themselves worthy.