Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28718853-20190825104341/@comment-36855838-20190826014234

I walk up to a woman with dark skin and light hair.

"Hello, who are you?"

I tilt my head, and respond.

"I am Kragnar the pestilent, devourer of cities, destroyer of nations, consort of Hel-"

She hops onto a nearby tombstone, and crosses her legs.

"-defiler of tombs, three hundred time winner of the annual worldwide baker's competition, father of eighteen thousand-"

I check to make sure it's still there.

"-and counting!"

She pulls a bloodstained dagger from a pouch at her waist, the very same I gave to my most trusted servant, Andrew, before he betrayed me.

"Welcome back, Kragnar, it's good to see you again."

I see it only now, the tattoo of a raven on her left shoulder, it is him, but how?

"Give your favorite servant a kiss. . ."