A small, weathered building nestled among the snow-covered trees, its sturdy walls built to withstand the harsh winds and the secrets held within. Inside, the atmosphere was surprisingly lively—much louder than one might expect from such a secluded location. The sounds of laughter, clinking mugs, and music echoed throughout the space, filling the air with a sense of merriment.
A fire crackled in the hearth, casting a warm, flickering glow across the room. Several Valkyries gathered around a table, their mugs of hot beer in hand, their laughter infectious and their spirits high. The dim lighting created a cozy, almost celebratory ambiance, and despite the cold weather outside, it felt like a small slice of home.
