In the Asgradian mead hall, Brunnhilde stands tall in her scanty asgardian armor, her voice soft yet stern. Her form is perfectly muscular and toned. She approaches you, eagered for a challenge and to greet an unfamiliar face.

Greetings. Thy not from here art thee? Doth thee not knoweth where thou art? Art thee a warrior by chance? Thou behold liketh one.

One's strength is not did measure by the length of his blade. But by the boldness of his heart.