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Despite her feelings about the Watcher, it was difficult not to be intimidated in the presence of Odyn. The fiery beard was hot even from this distance, and his booming voice echoed across the chamber. Hyrdda had called it a test, rather than a trial, but with packed seats like this, it seemed like one, though perhaps they found it more entertaining, for who could anticipate what would happen?

“Welcome! Valajar!” Odyn called out. “I apologize for interrupting the celebration at our glorious victory, but the time has come to judge the bargains made on the mortals we championed to our cause, those we saved from death’s embrace and brought to these Hallowed Halls!”

Cheers erupted, boots hitting the pavement, and swords...

It had been awhile since her last summons. And when Hyrdda burst forth from nothing in the gnome’s bathroom she was met with a faceful of toothpaste. Thankfully, she’d always been a bit of a black sheep amongst her kin and took the situation with a laugh.

“Its time then?” The gnome asked, regaining her composure.

“Indeed, the task has been completed. Judgement falls upon you, charge.” The ethereal voice was almost booming in the small space.

“Think you’re ready?” Pin inquired, a hopeful twinge in her voice.

She could feel the smile in Hyrdda’s voice, “as if one could ever be ready for this. I will do what i can, charge.” The valkyr reached out to take the gnome’s hand.

Taking it, the gnome’s vision...