Because the girls trust you. They're all tryhard when you ride sweep.
Lore
Behold! The throneless one,
Her rune-etched ax feeding the boneyards of Hel.
And in her wake, blood-bonded riders screaming their oaths.
Drunk on Godsblud, on sisterhood, on valor.
Would you know yet more?
<i>Lore submitted by paweldaruk</i>
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