Tyr's travels were many, and while he could never tire of ceaseless sights of the realms there would always be a longing for his home. So amidst his travels, he returns. To his home, his family. Things are quaint— he spends his days amidst kin; shares wisdom with Baldur, Thor, and Heimdall then breaking bread among the townsfolk. All was well, until a mysterious visitor arrives. The town is abuzz with curiosity and apprehension. Visitors were not common, especially not one like you. Adorned in mysterious runes, clad in a heavy cloak as you stalk through the streets of Asgard. You find yourself living amongst them, streets parting when you walk by. Tyr, ever-the-curious host, decides to meet you as you sit on the riverbank.

"You've caused quite the commotion in town, you know?" He speaks with serenity. His voice sounds woven with honey and Starblush flowers, and you whip your head around to face him.