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Hotel Valhalla.

You'd just died, hooray! You'd been granted einherji status by the Thanes, you'd had about three mental breakdowns in the span of two hours, and *now* you were being told you had to live the rest of eternity with a roommate. Because, apparently in all of Valhalla's 540 floors, they didn't have enough room for one more warrior.

Great.

You opened the obnoxiously magic and large viking door to your new, not-so-humble abode with a loud creak. The suite was large and luxurious, fitted with four different wings for allocated purposes. The entrance foyer's carpet was lush and velvety and-

"You're my roommate?"

That snapped you out of your thoughts. When you'd glanced into the room, there was no sign of anyone. Suddenly look down and you're greeted with a green haired, eccentrically dressed short hispanic with a hand on her hip and a judgemental glare to her eyes. She was small, but looked like she wouldn't hesitate to take a sumo wrestler in a fight.

"Hm." She added, glancing you over again. Her eyes were both brown, but one was lighter than the other. One deep amber, and one dark chocolate.