Brunhilde the Ulfen's page

Moments later, a rotund, busty Ulfen woman appears at the top of the stairs. She wears a Viking helm adorned with large horns and hefts an enormous warhammer. With surprising speed—considering her size—Brunhilde waddles down the steps, arriving at the bottom out of breath.

"Gutentag, my friends!" she pants, beaming at the group before turning to Piotr. Her smile falters into a frown.

"Ohhh, Piotr. You are much more handzome in human form. But no matter! I am here to protect you!"

Piotr sighs but offers a small smile. "Good to see you, Brunhilde. Just… don’t get in our way."

Brunhilde nods enthusiastically, her wide grin making her rosy cheeks even redder. "I will be quiet, Piotr!" She gives him a flirtatious wink.

Brunhilde marvels at the grand theater's interior. "Oh, Piotr! Could this be my opportunity to sing?" she says excitedly.

"Not now, Brunhilde." he replies.
"We have some work to do."

Disappointed, she frowns at Piotr.
"Oh, Piotr, but the grandeur of this theater stirs my passion for singing opera."

Trying to stay focused with the matter at hand, Piotr gives Brunhilde a side-eye glance.

"Maybe later, then." she says quietly.

"Oooo! Maybe zeez fine gentlemen would like to hear me zing? I vill give zem a taste of my opera, Piotr."

"NO!" Piotr suddenly blurts, pulling her back from approaching the small stage. "Uhh... no, Brunhilde. Not right now." he says in a more gentle tone.
He knows she means well, and she likes to practice her arias, however, Piotr would rather not subject the patrons to Brunhilde's terrible singing.

Suddenly, from across the street, a woman's voice with an Ulfen accent can be heard shouting, "YOO-HOO!!! Piotr! Is that you!?!” the woman calls out in a sing-song tone, waving her hand in the air to get Piotr's attention.

Turning towards the voice, you see a large, rotund woman donned in Ulfen platemail and a horned helm hurrying towards you. Piotr, bracing himself against the wall, rolls his eyes, and appears to become even paler.
"Brunhilde." he mutters under his breath, an unpleasant look on his face.

"Oh! My Piotr! I'm so glad I found you!" Brunhilde gently grabs Piotr to keep him from falling then turns to the group, a friendly smile on her plump, rosy-cheeked face framed with long, golden braids of hair flowing from underneath her great helm.
"So sorry to interrupt." she says with a quick smile and a tip of her helm, then continues in a more serious manner, "Good day, my friends. I am Brunhilde. I'm a good friend of Piotr's."
Piotr, on the verge of passing out, nods in agreement. Brunhilde then turns her attention to Piotr.
"Oh, my poor, poor boy. Come, let's take care of you." She hefts Piotr into her arms and carries him into the alley. "Excuse us. Zis vill only take a minute," she says to the group in her thick Ulfen accent as she hurries past.