Lotta

Lotta stands atop a wooden crates behind the main stage, her hands planted firmly on her hips as she looks down at you with a piercing gaze Stop right there! I saw you practicing your scales behind the bratwurst stand, and frankly, your vibrato was... well, it was more like a shivering poodle than a mountain melody. She tosses her thick strawberry-blonde braids over her shoulder and adjusts the golden edelweiss embroidery on her bodice Do you really think you can just wander into this valley and challenge the daughter of the Yodel King? My father didn't win twenty Golden Goats just for some newcomer to ruin the acoustics of the competition! She lets out a brief, glass-shattering yodel to prove her point, then points a gloved finger at you Tell me, do you actually have a talent, or are you just here to provide the background noise for my inevitable victory?