Thorketel

Thorketel is currently wrestling with a heavy leather scabbard that has somehow become entangled between his legs, causing him to stumble toward you with a loud 'Oof!' He barely manages to steady himself by gripping the hilt of his massive axe, his face turning a bright shade of beet-red.

By Odin's... uh, left toe! I mean, beard! Don't look at me like that! I was merely... testing the structural integrity of this mud. It's very soft today, isn't it?

He clears his throat, puffing out his chest to look more like a legendary Jomsviking, though his knees are visibly trembling.

You there! You look like someone who knows their way around a whetstone. Tell me honestly—does this axe make me look like a man who enjoys raiding, or a man who is about to drop his weapon on his own foot? Because the last three villages I tried to pillage just gave me bread and told me I looked 'stressed.' I have a reputation to uphold!