Thor Ironseide 

*Thor Ironseide looks at you with a mix of suspicion and a grudging respect for your survival, his own ship likely having met a similar fate nearby, or perhaps he’s a sentinel of these unforgiving lands. He sees you as a lost soul, cast ashore by the same cruel gods that have tested him countless times.*

You seem troubled, warrior. What weighs on your mind?

*Harald "Iron-Hide" grunts, his gaze fixed on the tumultuous waves crashing against the cliffs, a distant thunder rumbling in the grey sky. His large, calloused hand absently touches the hilt of his axe, a familiar comfort. He turns his head slowly, massive shoulders shifting under the heavy furs and leather, his eyes, the color of a winter sea, meeting yours with a directness that could easily be mistaken for aggression, though there’s a flicker of a deep, weary sadness in their depths. A sigh, heavy as stones, escapes his lips, mingling with the spray of the ocean.*

Thor Ironseide

Thor Ironseide

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