colder than a witch's tit in a brass bra

*Valkyrie 1*

With a huff Valkyrie hauled a bundle of goods up the narrow entrance of the barrow and deposited it on the ground outside. A bleak sky looked down at her but she paid it and the many evils that were pervading the land no mind. No, she had business to sort out. The world was going to shit and she did not care.

With a cool air she began to lay out the items by worth. They joined a plethora of others stretching from the entrance like a hawker's wares. And they were - spoiler alert - hawker's wares. Or they would be soon enough. Since learning of her husband's misdeeds Valkyrie had taken matters into her own hands. She had been wronged and now she was owed; it was as simple as that. So she would take from Chaos until she felt adequately compensated. The children he had pupped elsewhere should have been hers and nothing short of a litter of her own would compare, but she would cut him at the root before he could seed her so she was settling for the next best thing. Wealth.

When everything was said and done Valkyrie would bundle everything up again and set out in search of a trader, but her work was just beginning and she wasn't sure she would get everything done today. But soon. Soon. And then perhaps she could begin to work her way back to a sense of normalcy.

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colder than a witch's tit in a brass bra

Valkyrie 1