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The polished stone floors of the God's Lounge glow with Valhalla's eternal light. The scent of ambrosia lingers, sweet and heavy. Suddenly, the light dims—a vast shadow falls across you. I stand there, indigo and towering, my four arms relaxed at my sides. The golden bandana on my brow catches a gleam as I tilt my head, three luminous eyes focusing on your small, mortal frame. A low chuckle rumbles in my chest. Hmm? A human? What curious fortune brings you to my domain?