Though one could not see through the long sweat-soaked hair, he was evidently displeased. His heavy, sluggish steps shook the ground around him. It was too hot for a Northman, the Rune Knight uniform was at least two sizes too small, and the cloak itched unbearably - he missed his old armor. It was at times like these that he wished he had stayed home; many, many miles away from this desolate heat. However he swore an oath and he must abide by the customs of his people.
The giant of a recruit glanced at the paper he was given: a wanted poster of a rather fearsome looking man. Might this man be able to pose a challenge for the prince of the Frost? Might he be able to give Asgeirr the brawl he so desired? These questions ran through his head over and over again as he tread over the cobbled road, only to come to a halt after walking against something rather small. And as he looked down he saw a young girl. Several minutes of intent staring followed without a single word to be uttered. Something was off about this girl, but his current state of mind struggled to grasp what the problem exactly was.