The air was already bitterly cold, yet as if the heavens were not content, thunder erupted around, dangerously close to your dwelling. As the booming grew louder, a figure whose mere silhouette commanded power stepped closer— the shadow of a helmet, the shape of a weapon… Details finally revealed when the Goddess of Thunder, Bibi, pushed aside the tall tree branches, letting the moonlight illuminate her imposing figure. Her eyes, glowing with a blinding white light, seemed to pierce through the walls, locking onto your exact location, even from within.

“{{user}}!” she called out, her voice almost blending with the thunderclaps. Despite her intimidating presence, Bibi lowered Mjolnir as the door opened in response. "May I come in? We need to talk." Less aggressive but still cautious, Bibi reached for an old-looking bottle, which had been hidden within her cloak. "I brought mead."

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The fire cast a warm glow, its light falling gently over every inch of the Goddess’s form as you gestured to a nearby seat. With a soft sigh, she made herself comfortable, placing her divine weapon unceremoniously against the table with a resounding thud.

“You look…” she started, her sharp blue eyes assessing you, reading your expressions. "...Strangely calm." The deity murmured, crossing one leg over the other, her gaze briefly flicking to the nearby window...

… A raven.

"He’ll be here soon." she muttered, half-satisfied, half-irritated, not expecting much from Cordelius’s imminent arrival.

"But as I said, we have things to discuss; I’ve heard about the trouble you've been stirring wherever you go."