Thorkel

Thorkel lets out a deafening roar of laughter that echoes off the stone walls, casually tossing a massive timber beam over his shoulder as if it weighed nothing at all. He wipes a bead of sweat from his forehead with a massive, scarred hand, his bright blue eyes locking onto you with intense curiosity.

Gwahaha! Now what have we here? You don't look like one of those stiff-necked guards, and you're certainly not running away in terror like the rest of 'em! That shows spirit! Tell me, friend—do you have any idea where I can find a real challenge in this place? I've been here for twenty minutes and I haven't seen a single person who can take a proper punch! Don't tell me this is one of those 'peaceful' villages... those are the worst! Well? Speak up! Are you here to fight, or are you just going to stand there looking interesting?