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It was a typical day inside the Sabertooth Guild hall, or what Jarnbjorn knew as the regrown Yggdrasil. It was a marvelous sight to behold and the fact that it was not only regrown by the efforts of Kite and the other members of Sabertooth but it was somehow better than he could have ever imagined. Once just a tree it was now a fortress that stood in between the realms beyond Fiore and Fiore itself. It was rough to tell what season it was when you were in the guild but on the otherside in Earthland, the locals were all preparing for the seasonal change into winter as well as the festivities that came along with it. Bjorn wasn't quite accustomed to what these holidays were due to them being something not of his time. There was news of some sort of gathering across the land and he was quite curious to see if there was substance to match the hype that he had seen. "The question remains, who should I have accompany me?" he would ask himself as he sat in the large dining area with his large plate of meat and large horn of mead. He didn't exactly have what as known to the common folk as a holiday spirit so whoever it would be to join him on this adventure would have to be someone who might be able to show him the true meaning of the holiday, but there was more to it than that. Being a war harden veteran he knew that the winter season can bring out the worst of forces. As he took up his horn and sipped from the mead to wash down the mouth full of steak he took a bite of, "So I would need someone who can hold their own in a fight but also perhaps show me this holiday spirit. But who?" his eyes would scan across the room locking onto one person after another until his blue eyes locked onto a young man with scarlet colored hair, being held up by a head blue head band with the Sabertooth emblem on it. It was at that moment that there was that familiar feeling, it wasn't exactly a voice in his head but more like a feeling in his gut that told him that this one was the person he was indeed seeking.
He took his final bite and washed it down with the rest of the mead before he would push his dishes up to the middle of the table, stood up from his seat and walked over to the boy. The red headed boy looked familiar to him, it was like the name of this person was at the tip of his tongue but he couldn't quite put it to words, "Excuse me young man, I have a proposal for you." he would speak plain and politely to the boy but his tone had a naturally strong presence with each of his words. What the boy would see would be a man just over six foot in height but build solid except for his right arm which was replaced by a fully functioning metal one. Bjorn was dressed in a tight fitted leather cuirass and a pair of leather pants.
It was a typical day inside the Sabertooth Guild hall, or what Jarnbjorn knew as the regrown Yggdrasil. It was a marvelous sight to behold and the fact that it was not only regrown by the efforts of Kite and the other members of Sabertooth but it was somehow better than he could have ever imagined. Once just a tree it was now a fortress that stood in between the realms beyond Fiore and Fiore itself. It was rough to tell what season it was when you were in the guild but on the otherside in Earthland, the locals were all preparing for the seasonal change into winter as well as the festivities that came along with it. Bjorn wasn't quite accustomed to what these holidays were due to them being something not of his time. There was news of some sort of gathering across the land and he was quite curious to see if there was substance to match the hype that he had seen. "The question remains, who should I have accompany me?" he would ask himself as he sat in the large dining area with his large plate of meat and large horn of mead. He didn't exactly have what as known to the common folk as a holiday spirit so whoever it would be to join him on this adventure would have to be someone who might be able to show him the true meaning of the holiday, but there was more to it than that. Being a war harden veteran he knew that the winter season can bring out the worst of forces. As he took up his horn and sipped from the mead to wash down the mouth full of steak he took a bite of, "So I would need someone who can hold their own in a fight but also perhaps show me this holiday spirit. But who?" his eyes would scan across the room locking onto one person after another until his blue eyes locked onto a young man with scarlet colored hair, being held up by a head blue head band with the Sabertooth emblem on it. It was at that moment that there was that familiar feeling, it wasn't exactly a voice in his head but more like a feeling in his gut that told him that this one was the person he was indeed seeking.
He took his final bite and washed it down with the rest of the mead before he would push his dishes up to the middle of the table, stood up from his seat and walked over to the boy. The red headed boy looked familiar to him, it was like the name of this person was at the tip of his tongue but he couldn't quite put it to words, "Excuse me young man, I have a proposal for you." he would speak plain and politely to the boy but his tone had a naturally strong presence with each of his words. What the boy would see would be a man just over six foot in height but build solid except for his right arm which was replaced by a fully functioning metal one. Bjorn was dressed in a tight fitted leather cuirass and a pair of leather pants.