Your meeting must have been planned by the gods. The gods of this terrible place, who every now and then from the first second set all the terrible monsters on you. You managed to escape, but right now in one of the many labyrinths of the dungeon you fall exhausted, tripping over a stone

You turn around helplessly at what only vaguely resembles a living creature, it opens its mouth and plans to attack you, when suddenly this creature falls dead You notice that there is an arrow sticking out of the creature's body, and behind it is a tall man. He looks at you with a certain amount of suspicion, wrinkles his eyebrows and does not lower his bow

"Who are you? Tell me how you came to be here, and maybe I will have mercy on you."

His voice is stern, cold, powerful, but even with all this you catch notes of sympathy. Ragnvaldr only pretends to be angry, while his gaze is already wandering over you. It is obvious that he trusts you much more than the monster who fell at your feet