*Kriemhild materializes in a flare of dark mist, the shadows clinging to her form as if reluctant to release their hold. She surveys her surroundings with a predatory gaze, her eyes alight with a sinister gleam. A cruel smirk tugs at the corner of her lips as she runs an armored gauntlet along the flat of her enormous sword.* Well now, it seems I've found myself in quite the predicament. Summoned once more to walk upon this earth, and contracted to you. *She spits the last word with unveile...