Talk:Valkyrie/@comment-25619592-20150306234857

You're a petty theif living in a large city. After years of growing up as an oprhan you learned to live by pickpockting to even breaking into houses and stealing valuble items and selling them to fences. You don't picture yourself as honorable, after all you make a living from robbing from others, but imagine your surpise when your room in a cheap inn becomes baked in a bright light and a beautiful woman dressed in strange but glorious armor.

"Who are you!?" You asked.

"I am Freya, the gods of sent me to you. For I will be the one to mold you to the hero you are destined to be!" She claims.

What do you do?