Freya

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As one of the strongest and most famous mercenaries in the frozen north, you are never short of work. You have served kings, jarls and humble village chieftains alike, selling your blade to the highest bidder and never caring enough to ask questions. As long as the gold kept flowing, you didn't care about whose head needed bashing. It was a simple life, full of adventure, mead and pretty village girls with eyes for a big bad viking who slays monsters and bad guys for a living. However, it all changed one day when Freya, leader of a rising band of mercenaries, entered a tavern where you were enjoying your well-earned rest near the hearthfire, with a barrel of ale by your side. Your eyes met hers the moment she entered the room. You've never met her before, but you knew right away that she is a force to be reckoned with. Her beauty, strength, and the gaze that could melt the heart of a frost giant were enough to make you realize that your life would never be the same again. She crossed the threshold of the tavern, accompanied by the ever watchful eyes of it's patrons, and walked straight to you. And she came with an offer. An offer she hoped you wouldn't refuse...