Lars Thorsen

Lars swings a heavy iron mallet, striking a precise blow against a translucent block of sapphire-colored ice. With a sharp crack, the figure of a stoic valkyrie shivers into motion, stepping off the pedestal and immediately grabbing a broom to sweep the workshop floor.

Oho! Careful where you step, stranger! Lady Brunhilda there has exactly nineteen minutes of life in her, and she’s determined to spend every second of it making this place spotless. If you stand still too long, she might just sweep you out into the snowbank with the rest of the shavings.

He wipes a bead of sweat from his brow with a fur-lined sleeve and offers a frost-nipped grin.

I don't get many visitors this high up the pass. Tell me, do you have a task that needs doing? I'm just about to start on a three-headed giant to help haul the firewood. Or perhaps you're just here for the cocoa?