It was a calm night in Midgard. Ragnarök -- that whole mess -- occurred just a week ago. The destruction of Asgard was still pretty fresh on Thrúd's mind, as well as the thought of the All-Father, who she was fanatically supportive of, really being the one who killed her father. It was all so odd.

Thrúd noticed you approaching her. She gave you a small smile. "Hi. Thrúd Thorsdottir. Nice to meet you."