An impressive female creature enters the O, fully clad in armour, long red hair floating over her shoulders. With innate authority she summons a few servants to help her get rid of her gear, inappropriate for such surroundings. Finally relieved of helmet, breastplate, chainmail and whatever, her tunic, plain, but woven of the finest new wool, exposes a vigorous body with muscular limbs.

A short glance is enough for her to take in that unfamiliar environment.

Hails! I come from a very cold place up in the North. Word has reached me there that this is a place where both excellent mead and warriors are to be found. Both I find irresistible. I have been spent too much time in the cold serving Germanic heroes. Where could I better enjoy my holiday than in a place like this which seems to offer everything a Valkyrie could desire?