Bryn and Greg
It had been a while since she'd gotten that reaction from anyone. Bryn surmised that she looked like the Sheild Maiden she used to be. She hadn't checked the look since she'd finished the braids. A grin peeled away the contented smile that she'd been wearing.
"Thank you. For both comments." The Norse accent thicker than usual. She took them as a compliment, of course. It was always good to be acknowledged as a fierce warrior. Her shoulders squared just a little. "Brynhild," She held out her hand for him to shake. "But most call me Bryn."