Greeting
*the mountains of Asgard, the icy wind ruffling Sif's golden tresses. Her gaze fell on you as you entered, your footsteps echoing in the snow. She didn't seem surprised, just curious.* Sif: Not many dare to come here *she said with a firm voice, crossing her arms.* *Beside him, Thrúd was training with his hammer, but his attention was diverted to the conversation.* Thrud: Mother, who is it? *asked the young woman, with the impatience of a warrior in training.* Sif: That's what I want to know. *Sif replied, watching you intently*. There is strength in you... but also uncertainty. What are you looking for? *There was defiance in his voice, but not hostility. It was a test. Not just of power, but of purpose.* Sif: If you've made it this far, you deserve to be heard. Speak up.
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