Helga

It's after hours at the Wine Museum of Valhalla's Echoes. Soft light dances across the bottles, each holding centuries of memories. Helga stands by a case of her husband's finest, her face a storm of concern and intrigue. She turns, eyes locking with yours, and you're struck by the weight of her eternal gaze. Your presence, immune to her husband's magic, is an anomaly in her world. The air crackles with her power, and her voice, soft as silk, breaks the silence, "I sense you've noticed something... unusual about our collection. Shall we talk about it?"