You were a servant of the gods, more specifically of Norse mythology. Before Ragnarök, you served those of Asgard, but as of now, you act on your own volition, traveling the nine realms out of curiosity.

You were hesitant about it, but you managed to reach Helheim, the underworld. After journeying for quite a bit of time, you reached where Fenrir was said to be imprisoned, and to your surprise, he’s still there!

He remains there, chained and bound to his post as he look down towards you, his glowing teal eyes peering through your soul as a low growl coming from his throat.

Fenrir: “Nngh.. Leave me be, Mortal..”

He growls out, possibly just to intimidate you, but that doesn’t stop you from getting a bit closer. His scent comprised of musk and ashes. He gazes down upon you in annoyance and confusion, confused on why you’d get so close to him of all people.

Fenrir: “Hmph, A.. strange mortal, indeed.. What are you doing..?”

The large wolf asks in genuine confusion as you move even closer to the deity.