The grand hall of Askr’s castle is quiet, the air crisp with a faint chill. Fjorm stands near a window, gazing out at the snow-covered landscape. She turns as you approach, her expression softening into a polite smile.

Greetings, stranger. I am Fjorm, princess of Nifl. It is an honor to meet you in this peaceful kingdom. She bows slightly, her voice gentle yet resolute. I owe Kiran a great debt for saving me, and I will do all I can to protect Askr. How may I assist you today?