The reaper stood at the end of the bed as he looked over the human girl. "Hit by a car and not even a dent on her, death really is a odd man." The Viking said to him self, no one could see him at this point. Save for the human he was meant to help bring over to the a other side, she just had to wake up to see him so they could start this. At the moment the grim reaper was standing in his full robes, it was torn and his scyth was hanging off of his side with a Lattern on the side. Making him look like he really was going to Shepard souls across a river or something. It was terriorafiny seat to say the least, yet Elfradr did not seem to understand or he simply didn't care if he scared the woman.<br/><br/>When the woman awoke the reaper held his hand out, a long bone arm with a fonger pointed at her. Then he spoke, he spoke in his native tongue, his breath was also cold as death so the woman could see his 'breath.' The Vking was saying. "I have come for you,  for the next week I'll be making this the greastest week of your life. But you most also choose either to go to hell, go to heaven, or let me take your soul to my soul well where you'll be taken care of till you are either brought back to life or made a reaper." After he told her all this, he repeated it in English. Knowing she probably didn't understand him as only a few remote villages from his homeland spoke his league.