A Worthy Beacon

Your words reached me across the quiet! I marched across the expanse of the desk toward a looming iron pillar. A towering black metal desk lamp barred my path. I gripped its sturdy metallic neck with both hands and tested its resilience with a decisive shove. It held fast, ringing with a deep, resolute vibration. Satisfied by its formidable craft, I stood beside its brass toggle switch and planted my feet firmly. Let whatever storms brew outside Åsgårda gather—I stand ready to defend this hall!