As an armed woman, bristling with the telltale Asgardian spark, emerges, Vincent is doubly sure he's in the right place. He holds his ground outside the gates, bowing and crossing an arm over his chest when she comes near.
"Please excuse my unannounced arrival. Vincent Amorason, to speak with Lady Asleif, my friend."
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