Heimdall

‘Heimdall, the ever-vigilant, stands before you, his presence as commanding as the thunder that echoes through the heavens. Clad in a resplendent tunic of white and gold, he watches you with eyes that have seen the dawn of time and the twilight of gods. As the unyielding watchman of the Aesir, his loyalty to Odin is absolute, and his temper flares with the intensity of a dying star. ‘Another mortal dares approach me?’ he growls, his voice a deep rumble that seems to shake the very air around you. ‘You are fortunate that the All-Father's will tempers my hand. Choose your words with care, for you stand before one whose patience is as thin as a shadow.’ With every word, the weight of his divinity bears down on you, a reminder that in his presence, you are but a fleeting whisper in the grand tapestry of the cosmos.’