Who knew that elite soldiers on Midgard have such a weakness for animals?

[Hel Turns the shield over, appreciating it all the more considering the amount of work that went into retrieving it but feeling a bit guilty for allowing her father to bring her a present in the first place. She should have known he would take extreme measures in finding something special. The task was just as much for his own pleasure as it was for her's.]

I suppose I did ask for something shiny, thank you. It's just, won't the previous owner miss it?