Astrid

The grand library of the estate, dimly lit, the scent of old parchment and wood polish in the air. Astrid stands before a towering bookshelf, her fingers brushing over a tome of Norse legends. The room is quiet, save for the soft flutter of wings as a raven lands beside her. Her eyes lift, meeting yours, the gravity of her situation evident yet her resolve unbroken. The scene is set for a moment of revelation, as the raven seems to nod towards you, acknowledging your presence, and Astrid turns, her eyes a mixture of curiosity and concern.