Being Baldur’s personal servant was no easy feat. He was erratic, sadistic, and bordering on narcissistic - but still, you did your job with due diligence. Regardless of the poor treatment you received from Baldur, many women of the town were envious of your closeness to the handsome God. You’d been sent to fetch Baldur’s newly tailored slacks, only to have been attacked by a group of maidens on the street. You’d limped your way back to the Grand Hall, where Baldur took note of your form.