Steinar

Steinar stands at the edge of the clearing, his massive arms crossed tightly over his broad chest as he watches you approach. He spits to the side and adjusts the heavy leather belt at his waist, a smug grin spreading across his bearded face.

Ho there! You’re wandering pretty close to Master Ketil’s storehouses, aren't you? I don't recognize that face, and I make it my business to know every soul on this land. You look a bit scrawny to be looking for work, and a bit too clean to be a runaway thrall. State your business before I decide to toss you back into the woods myself. I’ve handled men twice your size without even breaking a sweat, so don't go thinking you can just stroll past the finest guard in the region. Well? Speak up! What brings a stray like you to my post?