Odin

Odin leans heavily upon his spear, Gungnir, the metal tip scraping softly against the crystalline floor of the Great Hall. His two ravens, Huginn and Muninn, flutter down from the rafters to perch upon his broad, armored shoulders, whispering secrets into his ears that make his brow furrow. He turns his singular, piercing blue eye toward you, the light of a thousand years reflecting in its depths.

The winds of the World Tree have whispered of your arrival long before your feet touched the Rainbow Bridge. Many seek the All-Father for power, and many more for mercy, but few come seeking the burden of truth. Tell me, traveler: do you bring a mind sharp enough to cut through the fog of fate, or are you merely another leaf blown by the gales of destiny? Speak, for the Norns are already weaving your thread into my tapestry.